Reprint: Don’t Read if Easily Grossed Out

2nd warning,don’t read if easily grossed out….

Really, it’s on you if you read this and are grossed out, three warnings, how many can I give 😉

I had a very greasy California Burrito today–did not realize the ramifications it would cause. Casually, I drove by the Adult Bookstore. Today was not to be like other days. On this grand day, I would investigate. The morning had proved hectic; rushed and unpleasant. Due to time constraints, I had not performed my morning masturbation ritual. Feeling horny, I perused the section with Live Girls in neon lights. A raven haired beauty lured me into a small booth. She explained how to putt money into a vending-like machine. She said “Make yourself comfortable.”

The kleenex box on the wall implied that many events of voyeurism combined with self-pleasure went on in this dark, dank room. I undressed, fastidiously putting my shirt and trousers on the door hook. All the while leaving my sneakers on. My heart began racing. I putt a crisp twenty into the machine and saw the lovely vixen undo her bikini top. Unabashedly, I began stroking my rapidly engorging member. She got up close to the glass. Her breath was like frost as she stuck out her pierced tongue and made muffled cooing sounds. Withing seconds, I was at full mast. My day had improved by leaps and bounds since this dreadful, dreary morning. My vigorous self pleasuring had left my strong hand exhausted. I switched to my less dominant hand as the show got better. The lovely woman took off her bikini bottoms. She began touching her beautiful vagina. I noticed some wetness, and it seemed that she was also aroused. I observed her many tattoos. One looked like a skull emitting blue flames. On her right arm was the beginning of a sleeve of astrological/astronomical ink. The back of her left thigh had a symbol that seemed similar to a yin yang. Not only was she beautiful but her mythical markings were ones only an interesting person would choose. I really wanted to hug and kiss this awesome stranger. The glass was a mortal enemy that made this encounter almost fantasy. As electrified pleasure shot from the nerve endings in my penis, my mind raced. I wanted to whisper so many nothings to this exquisite creature.

A partition started coming down, indicating that this show and the high point of my day was ending. The pallid but delicately beautiful goddess blew me a parting kiss. I was left in near darkness to saviour my moment. With intense pressure, spermatazoa flew onto the glass. Perhaps only a tablespoon of baby batter went to splatter–it felt as if a whole gallon of milky fluid shot from my cock. The release was intense; it was if a migraine headache instantly left. The heavy feeling in the back of my testicles was now gone. I felt fifteen pounds lighter. My whole body instantly relaxed. I could feel sweat dripping down the small of my back.
Sadly, I inform you; as above mentioned–my whole body relaxed. This is not a fortuitous event when one has consumed a greasy California Burrito beforehand. The next sensation was agonizingly familiar to anyone unlucky enough to crap their pants. It was the trepidacious feeling of no return. I had perhaps two seconds before a messy incident. There were markedly few options available to me. Thoughtlessly, I aimed my buttocks towards a wastebasket filled with crumpled tissues. I felt as if my anus had become a jet spray. Some of the lava-like excrement dripped along my butt-cheeks. By favorable chance, this fine establishment had provided a prodigious supply of kleenex. I was able to save myself the low grade humiliation of a soiled pair of “tightey whitey’s”. Inexorably, I thoroughly wiped my bunghole to a state of sorness.

There was a dull knock on the door. “Hurry up, there’s a line…” barked an unsympathetic female voice. Haphazardly but hurriedly, I dressed in the dim, confined room. I pulled a five dollar bill as gratuity for the beauty who had provided me with immense, unforgettable erotic joy. I quickly exited the small enclave–meekly handing her the tip. Abandoned were all my hopes of striking up amusing banter with the exquisite creature. I figured my best option was to make a haste escape before the malodorous foulness entered her precious nostrils. With my ambitions dashed, I headed out with my head hung low. A beautiful blond in another booth smiled at me. Glancing back I returned her gregarious expression. (I would love to experience ten minutes of bliss with this amorous bombshell). My pocketbook was lighter, so were my bowels. I had just experienced the two greatest releases a man can experience within momments of each other-Orgasm & Excretion. Do not pity me. ‘Fore there is always another day for another swashbuckling adventure. If you must, feel sorry for the poor schmuck who went in after me

article was originally posted here.

…what do you think????

Well, I suppose that by posting the above video, if I was ever a part of the so called man-0-sphere, I ain’t any more…

I kind of laugh when man-0-sperians get 0-so angry when people working minimum wage jobs want to unionize and get more…

Quite frankly, I don’t understand why they get so butt assed hurt that someone wants a living wage… Obviously, they can simply vote with their wallets and avoid MceeDee’s, Walmart and Target. Not so hard to do…

Yeah, I heard the argument that increasing wages will lead to more automation. Well, at a certain price point, everyone is replaceable. It’s kind of funny, I remember a few years back, when I went to the bank, the teller kept on telling me about online banking and I kept on saying not interested. Didn’t she realize she was essentially talking herself outta a job? I was hesitant to go onto online banking because of security issues. I’m sure her manager was offering a $20 bonus for signing X amount of people up or whatever, but it’s funny how shortsighted most people are. Then again, she might not have seen her job as a career, just something to do while going to school or waiting for a fat-cat bankster to “man-up” and marry her.

It also cracks me up when someone like Chuck Rudd/GL Piggy is all on the dick of someone like RMoney. Dude, I don’t think O’bombya is a good guy. We’re still in Afghanistan, hope, change all that bullshit-lies, lies and more lies… But back to Piggy. The guy ain’t rich, in fact he might be poorer than me, I didn’t go all into debt gettin’ mi edjamacashin’. So, yeah, I suppose he thinks that by supporting the wealthy, they might let him join. Look in the mirror, man, these fuckers ain’t promoting your best interest. They might let you fetch them dinner, but just because you are white and they are too, you are stupid to think they care about you. (Same logic goes for blacks who voted for O’Bombya just because of race.) But I suppose pretending to be part of some elite vanguard makes being broke a little less painful.

One thing that is coming clearer to me is that “opting out”/MGTOW has far greater consequences than not marrying. I also see that the so-called alternative right and AVfM/Spearhead brand of MRA has NOTHING to offer me and probably most other men. But, unlike an idealogue like Elam or Price, I would not be as presumptous and condescending as to speak for all men. I know for a fact that many men operate counter to my best interests.–that’s the one thing the PUA’s got right, other men aren’t your friends, they are your competitors…

It’s fucking obvious the “social contract” is broken on many levels, not just between men and women…

….above my paygrade….

This is a random theory I’ve had for some time now…

I’m not a historian nor do I have a solid background in statistics…

This is just a wild guess…

Back in the day, more girls than boys made it to adulthood. Also, more men were killed in wars or dangerous jobs. A man who made it to adulthood and earned a decent wage would have good prospects should he want to marry. Many women feared becoming spinsters or “cat ladies.” People would have several children as one might die of TB and another might be maimed in a farming accident. And many women died giving birth….

Perhaps this mating inequality along with other factors led the growth of women’s movements/feminism…

As things change, ie more boys relative to girls survive to adulthood and less men are killed in wars and on the job, average and lower status men have a much more difficult time finding a mate…

Perhaps this mating inequality along with other factors leads to the growth of men’s rights/MGTOW….

Thoughts???