Sunday, December 3, 2017

My Life; Innocence Lost

When I was twenty four I was in a certain city doing military duty. I thought I might try my hand at getting a career started in showbiz so I met some guy who made promises. This was for an adult film Well eitherway I went to the 'studio' and right away I felt something wasn't right. Eitherway they told me to come in and to get undressed and my costar a beautiful girl I was shown a picture of was waiting in the back room. As you know I couldn't wait. Well I got undressed and ran back to the back room. Well next I felt a clunk on my head and I went straight to the floor. When I woke up I was chained to the bed with my hands chained to the head board and my legs spread chained to two posts. Three dudes were standing there naked and wearing masks. Oh the camera was there ready to film all of the action. Well the first guy climbed on top of me and shoved his dang cock into me! I screamed bloody murder and finally one of the other guys came over and gagged me with some red ball with a rope attached. He finally came inside me and I could feel it running down my ass with what I later found to be blood. Well they took their turns fucking me and cumming inside me, and then when they finished they sat down to watch the video and laugh at my discomfort. They made me watch too giving me pointers on how I could make my performance  better. After that all three of them fucked me again (I just can't bring myself to use the R word, which really what it was) then they dragged me off the bed took me down these stairs and hustled me into a car. They dropped me off butt naked on some side of town til I was picked up by the police and charged with indecent exposure. The only good but bad part of this is I begged them not to tie me up again. I promised I wouldn't be a problem and would do whatever they said. so if you run across the video, and it seems like I'm smiling and having a good time, know I was threatened with something horrible if I didn't cooperate. How humiliating it was walking down the street butt naked with jizz leaking out of my ass.  The news was all over the base and I was mortified.  Needless to say it was a horrible night. Well that video is probably making it's rounds still somewhere and I've just learned to live with it. So I wouldn't be so embarrassed by it, I became purposely involved with a guy and demanded we make videos and I even passed some out so as to minimize my shame.lol.  Just couldn't deal with the fact that I had gotten set up good and couldn't defend myself. I got the idea from Madonna. So you'll probably run across some. Don't try to blackmail me if you do coz I'll have some others made one day. No I never thought of myself as gay but  this is what happened. Eitherway I was involved with a guy for about five years and when we broke up I was sad coz' I'd actually started to really care about him. I saw him again about three years ago and just for old time sakes we spent the night together.lol He came so hard inside me I hate to admit it just excited me. It took almost an hour for it to all drip out after we were finished(after about four sessions) and time for him to clean me out.  He was happy, and admittedly so was I.
I tried to pass this off as a made up story but it happened. I put this out coz' of all this coming forward by women about things that happened to them in the distant past. I know a lot of them would disagree with me, their emotions are a wreck, but nobody went to jail for wht they did to me. I never found out who did it and my advice to them is to move on. Destroying these men's lives, if these stories are true will solve nothing, except maybe increase the murder rate so that they don't have to worry about their victims coming back to testify. and then we truly have no way of knowing that these charges are true. They probably are but I still believe you should have substantive evidence to convict a person of a crime. Unless they have a video, some pictures, witnesses, or some police reports or something They really should have just kept quiet about it. Now the next soceiopaths out there doing these kind of things, they will kill their victims, or if they're rich like these guys are, will have them killed. Somtimes, shit happens and you just have to be thankful they didn't kill you too.

Saturday, December 2, 2017

My Life; My Life

The boss says that people are mad at me because of my comments about gay marriage. Lemme ask am I not allowed to have my own opinion? Sorry if you don't agree but I have my own opinions and I will keep them. Try an understand; if not I will live.
I'm busy preparing for our vacation and my husband will be home in a few moments here. He went and bought some new swimwear and he has to model for me!lol I gotta see this first.lol. Coz you all might not get to see this!lol Might have to keep this to myself!lol I mean he already turns heads every time we step out, so now, call me insecure, but I gotta protect my space.lol And forget it; I will NEVER NEVER NEVER EVER POST A PICTURE OF HIM ON THIS BLOG!!! AND I WILL NEVER TELL YOU WHERE WE LIVE!!!lol Got enough competition here, don't need anymore online!lol
I'm gonna' tell you I don't mean to brag, coz; there are evil spirits that seem to come out with bragging, but I haven't really been 'happy' in a long time. For many years it was rough. I mean I felt like that old hee haw song  if it wasn't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all!lol I felt like Charlie Brown where when he went out trick or treating, all of his friends got candy and he always got a rock. Well I felt like when people opened the door to give me the rock, instead of putting it in the bag they threw it at me and busted me in the head.lol One time I had a dream where I was trick or treating and every time they opened a door they threw a rock and busted me in the head. At one house I just said ' can you do something else besides hit me in the head with a rock?' And the guy said 'sure! Turn around and bend over!' Then I said 'just give me the rock.' I mean that's how bad I felt at the time. Then I met my husband, an I was just expecting another one night affair. Like I said, he insisted on romancing me.lol I wore that red dress he bought for me, expecting something kinky that night, but he threw his arms around me later that night, picked me up and twirled me around.lol Wasn't expecting that. He did feel me up but then he kissed me and took me home. I complained about his music coz' he was listening to country, then he asked me what I liked, and I told him the smiths, a band from England. Well on our next date he handed me a smiths cd.lol Then he thought he was clever. He asked me my favorite smiths song.  I won't say here coz' some things need to stay private, but I told him and he was soo impressed.  Then he asked me to sing it for him, and so I gave him a mini recital. I didn't just sing that one but two others for him. Then I said with a smirk, 'believe me now?'lol. He just smiled and said yeahhhlol Ironically, I like country music now, especially Keith Urban and Kane Brown.
But basically it's good when you meet somebody who honestly wants to know you the person.  Not just fuck you, but know you; what you like what you don't like, if you don't mind wearing a little red dress for him stuff like that. Coz for the longest time all I saw was one relationship after another disintegrate. I spent more time alone than I did involved with anyone. It's good to lay down with someone every night and know that they love you.

Friday, December 1, 2017

My Life; Vacation

My husband is taking me on a vacation to Florida. This is great coz' I've never been to Florida. It's odd coz' I've been many places in the U.S. but never made my way to Florida. I find that kind of strange but I'm glad that we're going. I look forward to some time on the beach and getting as naked as I legally can. Now we'll forget all of the racism that seems to go on down there and just have some fun. There are some nude beaches I want to go to also. I don't spend all this time in the gym for nother.lol I want others to see what they're missing out on.lol My husband spends a lot of time in the gym too. The women just drool all over him and I just laugh coz' he's mine!lol Yes I'm terrible.lol But I'm glad to finally be going to Florida. I love going to the beach. That's what I like about .Mexico. At least Mexico is nothing but water. I thought it was desert, but I was shocked to find that they built Mexico City on a bunch of flotillas. It was crazy.
Well after this trip my next push is for Hawaii!lol Yes I love the beach life. P.us my husband is so handsome when he strips down to his speeos. He looks absolutely awesome. I work out fanatically so people won't say, look at that broke down guy standing next to that handsome He Man.lol I have a little weight problem so I have to work out daily to keep it down. Of course my husband says I'm fine, but I'm not taking any chances. Dudes are always trying to get his attention coz' I hate to say it but gays really don't have respect for marriage. I mean they say they want it, but then they keep trying to interfere. At least we're not married in the traditional sense. I mean we both agreed that marriage is a contract between a man and a woman before God, coz' we know how the Big Guy feels about same sex relationships. We have a Civil Servvice agreement that's equivalent and legally binding as a marriage. So in the eyes of the law we're legally married.
Lol. life can be complicated.. But I look forward to this beach. I've lost some more weight and look absolutely awesome in my bathing suit.lol We'll be back in time to celebrate C hristmas. Wonder what my husband got me?lol

Monday, November 27, 2017

My Life; Gay & Proud? no..Gay and Dealing With It

Now I know I will never be invited to ride a float in the Gay Pride parade.lol My convictions are so contrary to their purpose, that the lgbt community will never embrace me. Don't get me wrong, you'll probably see me at some of the events (not the Black ones in Atlanta) and I'm not totally anti-social. I'm still very religious and I'm well aware that the Lord of the Universe, the Big Guy doesn't like same sex relationships. We can gather together and proclaim our 'pride' all we want but at the end of this life's race, it's HIM we'll be seeing and have to answer to. Saying He doesn't exist won't help you then, so I prefer to save my life and not question Him. Others can feel the way they want.
I fell in love with someone and they happen to be of the same sex. Now don't follow this logic if you feel you've fallen in love with a dog or a rhinocerous, lol, but this is my story. But if you're feeling that way towards an animal, get help quikly. A priest a psychologist, your mommy, somebody.
I don't' know why and it's not my excuse, but I documented that I've had prolbems connecting with women. It's very strange being my father played around with the women frequently. But this is something that has always been with me. I don't suscribe to the idea that I was BORN gay, but maybe with more of a propensity for it. I remember when I was smaller, an older guy got on me for commenting on how good guys looked. He explained to me that guys don't do that. And no, I'm not mad at him, considering all the trouble I encountered later on. I was labeled a faggot for years, and I wasn't engaging in homosexual activity at the time. Had I been, I'd probably be dead. They didn't put up with that in the small towns I came from, so the guy did me a favor, coz I honestly didn't know any better. And oh I paid for my ignorance, for I was targeted for a beat-down often. Yes, I lived the life of many gay people, a victim of hatred and intolerance and constant incessant bullying. My high school years were a nightmare, and I hadn't per se COME OUT at all. I turned down many offers I might have taken coz' I was terrified of what would happen to me if it ever got out. I very carefully hid that side of myself for years until recently. I mean, if people noticed early on, my infatuation with Culture Club's Boy George should have been a hint. It was a hint for some people around me as they made me tear up things I had with Boy George on them. After that incident too, I knew I needed to be on my own. Because that aroused in me a hatred that I found unsettling.
But when I met my husband I have to admit I was very uncomfortable with it. I mean, I did films where I fucked a guy or got fucked myself (those are the ones that started this)but a lot of straight guys do gay films for the money. I mean, we'd fuck and we pretty much had no further contact afterwards. That didn't start for me until I bottomed out for a film and found I preferred it.  And you see, I was still telling myself I was straight and like the other guys, I was just doing this for money.  It's  like Jeff Stryker, he'll never admit he's really straight coz' he doesn't want to discourage his fan base, he is so good looking I don't know how that could happen, but he's really straight. And I thought that about myself. I mean, I'm not mad at him for he was just making a living. in a tough business. That's how I was until I met my husbband. I mean he refused to sleep with me our first date. But he insisted I wear this red dress he bought for me. Thinking he was just kinda' kinky I agreed.lol He spent the night kissing me and feeling me up, but then dropped me off at home and gave me a goodnight kiss. Not at all what I was expecting. He wanted more from me than a simple seual liasion and that kind of confused me. This was not generally how we did it, but he insisted on 'romancing' me.lol  This was not how many of uf us did it in the adult film biz. In fact many of tose guys simply were not gay or bi in any sense of the word. The newer ones in this, I think most of them are like me, Bi. I had an affair a few year ago with one of them, and he wanted a relationship with me.  I was confused at the time and was testing my husband basically seeing if he would beat me up, slap my face and leave me. I waited all night for that ass whuppin, but instead I get up the next morning and he serves me breakfast in bed. He very calmly asks me if I had a good time the other night, and I just knew I was going to have breakfast all over me! Nope. He didn't do anything. He didn't get me til six months later. I insisted!lol I couldn't take it anymore. There I went out and had a wild night with a handsome gay pornstar and he didn't even scream at me. I put a paddle in his hand and laid across his lap!lol And refused to move until he had settled this with me!lol Crazy, and tmi. He did settle it though. I was sore for two weeks. I knew there was some anger brewing inside of him. But I just laid there and took it. And no this was not abuse. It's just a way we 'mutually' settled an issue. I don't recommend it for everyone, coz it did hurt!lol
Eitherway I'm dealing with being gay for there are no women in the picture now. So I can't rightly say I'm Bi anymore, and my partner is definitely male. So I guess I've finally 'come out' . I'm gonna be frank, I didn't want to be gay. I've been taught all of my life that it was so wrong. But when I'm laying in my husband's arms at night, when he holds me and kisses me, when he tells me he loves me, it just feels so good! Plus I feel free to be me. I can wear a skirt, or a dress, or a nightgown and not be made to feel like a freak. And I never really had that with a woman. Never found that girl. But found a man, and trrust me in the gay world, it's harder. So don't get it mixed, but I have to admit I'm living the gay life now.  Now I have to find ways to deal with it, coz' I'm not young. No, youth stared at me from afar in my rear view mirror. Legally attached to someone of the same sex, what now?

Sunday, November 26, 2017

My Life; Women

Now I think all of you who read my little series know my story. I never truly identified myself as gay but bisexual. Now I avoided the gay word for years for religious and other reasons. I've always been a rather 'aggressive' sort, well, I had to be. The environment I was in would eat you alive if they detected any 'softness'.  So I had to come out swinging everyday I got up. I never completely lost myself though, and that's probably why I was never really a success with women.
It just seems odd to me that women caterwaul about there are no 'good' men around, yet it would seem to me that a good man is the LAST thing they really want. I tried to treat women sensitively, with compassion, and understanding. I think you can guess where that got me. While every jerk I ever knew they all had one thing in common; they had plenty of girlfriends. Some of them even were the first to offer their sexual services to me. But I couldn't keep a girl hardly to save my life.
I am not too ashamed to admit that I pooped out in the dating game with women. Oh no, it wasn't that I was hiding my 'true self' I wanted to be with women. I got into adult acting because I wanted to meet plenty of women I could fuck, rather than playing their stupid games in the street and then at the end of the date not getting nothing, or finding out that the one who's supposed to be MY girlfriend was actually seeing somebody else and using me.That happened a lot. Especially with black women. One girlfriend after the next turned out to either be somebody else's girl or came with that bullshit about 'loving me' but not being 'in love with me'. Or if it was somebody who honestly loved me, I didn't really want them. Now those I'm sorry about. But it's just one of the weird things about life; the ones you want don't want you and the ones who want you you just honestly don't want them. That just says something about our human condition.
And no I'm not gay because I felt I was done wrong by women, or at least that's a very small part of it, but because I ran into somebody who loved me, I liked them, and they happened to be of the same sex. It actually took me a while to get over my reservations, but I finally decided to take a chance on happiness. I hadn't been happy in so long, and now I'm ecstatic. It's good to love somebody and that somebody loves you back. Rmember that song by Teddy Pendergrass?
I remember when I was in college I was crazy about a girl named Shirley. I pined for her for years but to no avail. But evidently I wasn't the only one coz' two dudes got to fighting over her and one of them killed the other. That's why when two dudes got to fighting over me some years ago, I sat them both down and told them I would stop dating both of them if they didn't stop fighting. I wasn't going to have any of that.
I have to admit though I started to get a bit disillusioned with women coz' treating them good didn't seem to help secure a relationship and I didn't want to treat them badly. My last girlfriend named Angie walked away from me years ago and told me I was a loser. Now she had five kids by five different men but I was the loser? Really? I never understood that one.
Eitherway, I'm happy now and hope they are all doing well. Now I don't ever want to see them again!lol But I do hope they are doing well.

Friday, November 24, 2017

My Life; Holidays

Okay, yesterday was not one of my better days. I was at home, didn't go anywhere, and was rather bored. I wish we had have went to a movie or something but we didn't. I mean, I was thankful yesterday finally ended and moved on to today. I'm finding that the older I get the less and less enthused I am with Holidays and it would seem the less I do. I used to get excited when Holidays came around years ago, now though I'm just not into it. I suggested next year maybe we should travel or something to make it more interesting or something because I'm just not feeling the giddiness or the excitement I used to feel around this time of year. Who knows why, but it just isn't there anymore; no I don't think I'm depressed, but maybe bored. I want to do something different, experience something different or what. It has been rather routine for a few years now and I would like some change perhaps. Because yesterday, I was just sooooo bored. Yes we ate, dinner was good, but afterwards nothing else to do. Nothing good on cable to watch, and nowhere to go. We just stood there and looked at each other until it was time for bed. Next year, I think we'll travel and spend Thanksgiving with our family or do something else interesting. I couldn't wait for yesterday to end. I mean, I'm not even looking forward to Christmas. Yes, I know it's kind of sad bur I think it's because I'm getting older and that's an adjustment. I was so used to being young with a long road ahead of me, now I just buried one parent and am a parent myself of grown kids.lol Yes, I'm getting old and youth is something that is no longer friendly towards me. I think we all get a little depressed when we finally figure out we've gotten older. lol I mean, I was looking at the death of David Cassidy and was kind of shocked. I mean, he wasn't very old and generally people who are well-off stick around a while. Yeah, I heard he had filed for bankruptcy, but his brother Shaun Cassidy is rich, and his other brother Patrick too, and I'm sure they would halp him if he needed it. They still haven't explained why his organs shut down on him like that. I suspect he was still using drugs, but they haven't said. Well at least my husband treats me like I'm still young.lol He's a great flatterer. lol
But I think I'm gonna' start suggesting we go out of town on holidays. Yesterday, was a very trying and laborious day.

Thursday, November 23, 2017

My Life; Thankful

You know I look at all these people on these tv shows talking about they're thankful for this and that. But who are they thankful to? Nothing in this world happens by osmosis. It's carefully planned and thought out by a Master Intelligence. A Master Power. God, the Master of the Universe. So all of you out there giving thanks to the air, you need to give it to God. He's the One to br thankful to.  All of your blessings come from Him and you should acknowledge it. No matter what you're doing in your life, be thankful to God. I'm thankful to God for many many many things.
The Master of the Universe deserves praise all the time because all that you have comes from Him. I'm thankful to my Lord for my life, my health, my strength, my sanity, for the health of my family and the rest. I thank God for all of these things!

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

My Life: Birth of the Cool

My husband just got a 'jazz' album called 'Birth of the Cool' by Miles Davis. Now this album sounds pretty good, even though I'm no big jazz fanl. Sorry folks. But a friend of his was throwing out a lot of vinyl reords that he had collected over the years coz' it was taking up too much space and he had everything on his MP3 (yes we're old fashioned). Well naturally my hubby though this was a grand opportunity so he took them. Well in our home we have vinyl all over the place for we have an old fashioned hi-fi set that we absolutely love. He also  He got some other good ones too; the Box Tops, Madonna,  David Bowie's Ziggy Stardust an the Spiders From Mars, Dennis Brown (regga), Desmond Dekker and  the Israelites (reggae), and a bunch of other ones. He racked up on probably several thousand dollars worth of rare vinyls. Oooooo I see a Wham! album! Hell yeah! I loved Wham! and George Michael! Excuse me while I scream like the obsessed teenage fan I used to be! Yeeeeeeesssssssssssss! Thank you.lol
Now this album I see is the genesis for other 'cool' jazz players like Najee, or Kenny G, I rmember from the 80's. Everyone remembers Kenny G from the 80's 'Songbird'. Now I had that one. In fact it's rather interesting about that one. For while I was in the military, I met a fellow and we became really close friends. I mean, we just clicked and I never understood why. Didn't hurt that he was quite handsome but I wasn't as comfortable with my attraction to the same sex as I am now. Well one night, he was in my barracks, we were drinking, and I was playing my cassette of songbird on my boom box  (remember those?). Eitherway, we started goofing around and decided to dance together. While we were dancing he took me by the waist, pulled me close, and kissed me. My first instinct was to belt him, but we were aloner, the music was seductive, and we were dfrinking, so I just giggled and kissed him back. Next thing you know he was undressing me. I was just giggling and laughing with him. Then he took his clothes off, we wound up on the bunk and the next thing I knew his cock was inside me. I said something like 'dang, that hurts' and giggled. Then we just began having sex! We woke up in bed together naked the nest morning and immediately we were horrified at what we had done. You could get kicked out of the military for this back then so we were scared. We agreed to never do this again, and we didn't. Now we had a looonnnngggg passionate kiss before he went home on his last day in service, but we were too scared to do anything else. I mean, if my roomates had have just happened to come in, we would have been busted! Thanks Kenny G.
Well I'm laying here in my hubby's lap listening to this album. Now it sounds great, but I'm not sold on jazz per se. Sorry, just not a jazz guy. Some of it, maybe. Definitely gonna get Kenny G again. Sippin on some Jack and coke, coca cola not the real thinglol Gettin kind of drowsy, so we will be asleep soon. Got on my new sheer neglige.lol Yes, I've gottn plenty of attention tonite. Got it at the TThanksgiving office party his company threw today too. I know know why coz' I was wearing a kilt. Now kilts are for men. This was a special one for 'gay' men but it wasn't overly effeminate. But his co-workers were giving me the eye. I mean he doesn't hide the fact that he's in a same sex relationship,  I could see that some honestly don't like it (THEIR OPINION, THEIR RIGHT) and others gave me looks of 'interest'.lol And you know what I mean. No it wasn't my imagination. I'm pretty sure some of them had seen some of my movies and knew who I was.lol So what!
Eitherway, the music is carrying me away so g'nite all.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

My Life;Work

Okay, I've written this one before but the boss took it down and I don't keep copies of my blogs. But I reported the last time that I have been an adult entertainer for a number of years, starring mostly in gay films, but now I'm in a committed relationship and so have to find something else to do. I was going to open a restaurant but we're moving to Mexico and my husband don't want me spending too much time away from home. And in Mexico there are things going on we have to respect. Can't open a restaurant there without 'certain people's' permission. And I'm not talking about the government. But we still may do it. I mean, we gotta live and make a living when we get there. They don't have much of a problem with same sex couples but it sill be different than living in the united states. Now, whdn sd  visited Greece I wanted to live there. Good thing we didn't for their economy fell to pieces. But it was such a lovely place. In our cabana we'd go out on the terrace nude and take a nap in the hammock.lol We weren't the only ones either. Such a lovely country I wish we could have stayed. But Mexico has it's pleasures. You just have to know what NOT to do. I won't get into that coz' one of the things you don't do is talk to much about what goes on there.
I've been an adult actor for so long that I'm kind of wondering what I'm gonna do now. Don't get me wrong, being an adult actor is not a piece of cake. I  mean it's kind of a tough way to make a living. Trust me, I'm not gonna' miss it; it's just what I know best after all this time. I started out with one goal in mind, to get laid ever day of the week. That didn't really happen, nd it's not really healthy. I began to see what Jeff Stryker was talking about; he only does a few movies a year or so so it won't wear him out. And he was vry careful with his money. Now I found doing gay films was more lucrative, and not as hard on me as doing straight films. Bottoms generally don't make much, but I guess I was so good at it, I could demand more money. It was just by happenstance coz' I started off as a top. Then on one film the director asked us to switch, and I found out that day I liked, no loved, playing the role of the woman. I mean, me and that guy gave such a performance that the director shot us again and paid us extra.. I mean, he fucked me soooo good, that I made an about face even in my personal life. Me and that guy dated for two years and I cried when we broke up. Well after than, I found out firsthand that  being Black and gay was not the most ideal situation to b in, especially if you're loking for someone Black to be with. Black gays are generally horrible people to deal with, and  I don't know why that is but that has been my experience. I mean I'm not that way, but ooohhhhhhhh so many are. I know I'm gonna' catch hell for this one, but my experience has been my experience. I mean, I've been stabbed in the back, betrayed, lied on and even worse by other Black gays. That's why I opened myself up to others; that's how I finally met my husband.I mean, this was my experience and so that's all I can go by..
But I think I'll hvd to find something ele to do, coz' the last film I did a few weeks ago whoa! That guy had a monster cock and it just wasn't a good experience. I know most like a really big cock, but I guess it's time for me to call it quits. I used to really enjoy my work but now, the only one I want to give myself to is my husband. Never felt that way before. It used to be the more the merrier. Now I like quiet dinnrs, walks in the park, movie nights, and evenings at home.lol Yes, getting older is an adjustment. Staying up all night partying just isn't fun anymore, though for some people who wanna feel like they'll stay young forever they push themselves to continue. No, when you get older you're supposed to make better decisions, and so I will others can do as they please.
But for my fans out there, this flick oming out will probably be my last and so enjoy it.  I sure didn't.

Monday, November 20, 2017

My Life; Affection

My husband says that I'm the most needy bastard he knows.lol He might be right. Coz whenever he gets home I fall into his arms giving him hugs and kisses. He never gets tired of it to his credit and he always gives me plenty of love back. You see that's what's different about our relationship as opposed to many other same sex relationships amongst men; most of theirs' is revolved around sex; ours is more about love. We love each other and the need to show this love stays with us. I mean we love sex, but we love love more. Now for me I don't know I guess my desire for a closer relationship with my father drives me. Oh my father is dead, but while he lived he never gave me the love and support I needed. He went into a coma and never woke  back up. I hoped that he would and that we could try again. I wanted to hug him, to have a beer and talk, I wanted him to tell me he loved me and it be believable. Oh h told me before that he loved me, but I didn't believe him. He said it coz' he thought it was what I wanted to hear. It didn't come from his heart. I'm not sure he had one. But this is TMI
I have to admit, I'm the gay version of Donna Reed, for those of you who remember Donna Reed, waiting for my husband by the door when he gets home, get my hug and kiss and ask him how was his day.lol Yes we live the charmed life.lol No we have our problems sometimes, but we dont't stay mad long. It's hard to fight naked. lol We can find other things better to do.lol Eitherway,I definitely need affection. Sometimes at night I just bury my face in his massive chest and just weep. About what? Everything. Sometimes the world just gets to you. And you need a big strong man to throw his arms around you and tell you that everything will be alright. A husband, a friend, a father. Gets deep don't it.lol
Well now he's home and I'm sitting on his lap after we just finished dinner, and I finished the kitchen.lol Yes this is so Donna Reed. We're supposed to have some guests coming ovr so w're saving dessert and coffee for them. My hubby does like to entertain guests nd to show off his old stuff. We have an old fashioned hi-fi set and lots of 33 rpm's.  Right now we're playing the Ramones and when our guests get hre I'm throwing on the Busboys American Worker lp.lol YHes we're different. You'd think we'd have a lot of jazz, but neither of us really like jazz or classical music. Mostly 70's rock and 80's stuff. But right now I'm just enjoying his arms around me making me feel like everything is alright.lo. Yes, so Donna Reed.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

My Life: Fashion

I just bought a sheer dress from my gender bending line a few weeks ago and my husband can't keep his hands off of me. Ok, you gays out there who claim you're not truly gay if you don't like your men to look like men, go jump in the lake and mind your own business. My man likes me this way, and though I act too effeminate to you, we get along just fine. Eversince I bought that tape years ago by Culture Club kissing to be clever, I've felt the need to be myself. I like feeling and dressing effeminate and if I'm trying to be a women then let me be happy. No I don't want a sex change and neither does my husband want me to get one. I mean, just do you and let me do me. All I'm saying. Though I will point out my hero of genderbending is looking more butch these days. Gone is that cute Boy George from the 80's and in it's place this hideous Butch Dragon. But the boy has always been rather wild. It's like I watched the movie Worried About the Boy and I wonder who this Boy George was coz' it certainly wasn't the real one!lol Coz' if I was a top I'd want this boy george for myself. The real one is like a wild bull in a china shop not as nice nor demure.lol Don't get me wrong, I love boy george though he never answers any of my inquiries  on twitter, but this Boy George on this movie and the real one are as different as night and day.Lol.  But my husband loved my new dress for the time I could keep it on. He kept ripping it off and you know.lol Eitherway, I have to admit I look absolutely stunning in it.  Someone in gay adult films who you all know well asked me for a date.lol.lol Unfortunately I had to tell them no, but it was flattering. After my last film a few weeks ago, I doubt I'll be doing this much longer. I mean the money is good, but I'm married now and happy for the first time in many years. Plus after that last film, I still grab the vodka and turn it up every time I think about it.
Also bought me a nice skirt set and a sexy onesie. Can't wait til we're moved to Mexico. Warm weather everyday, I will love it. Plus I got the feeling I want to be on the Mexican side once they get through building this wall down here on the border.Eitherway, I don't do politics just sex.lol but my outfits make me look gorgeous and now I'm trying out my sheer nightgown tonite. Hopefully I get some sleep tonite.lol I'm kind of tired. We had a cookout in this cold fuckin' weather, but it went ok. We got the outdoors fireplace thingy and a nice bottle of Jack with some grilled duck and it was mahhvelous.lol Now I'm all scrubbed up and smelling vivacious, I don't expect this will be an un eventful night.lol. I hope he at least notices the new nightgown.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Hatred and Intolerance; where does it end?

You know I removed some of the blogs of a friend of mine who happens to be an adult cinema actor. At least he doesn't do it much more for he is in a committed relationship with his partner.They are quite happy together and only God can judge such people; otherwise we all have fallen short of the glory. Now from what I have seen the irony is that most of the clamor I got was from gays themselves. They didn't like him saying he didn't believe in gay marriage. Well, what does that have to do with your life? It's like when I've written articles about WWII white people of the judaist religion have tried to call me anti-semitic which I found laughable. First of all they're not semitic. Semitic people are of African and Arab extraction. These people are europeans.and not Hebrew. I'm Hebrew. That's why their charge is laughable! And all I said was that they want the story of WWII to be their story and their story alone. They don't want to talk about the millions of Ethiopians killed by Benito Mussolini and the king of Italy. They don't want to talk about the millions of Polish, Russians, and Germans who were christian Hitler killed. The millions of Africans murdered by the nazis. They only want to talk about these europeans of the RELIGION of judasim who happened to die along with millions of others. It's gotten so if you don't agree with every fucked up thing these people say they try an label you anti-semitic and if they have any position of auhority they use it against you in some fucked up way. They act the same as the racists of America against the true Hebrew nation of people they want to call African American, and the disrespect that nettiyahu showed our President Obama by coming here through improper channels, he is a criminal who need to stand trial for subversion! But to even mention that they will lay the ridiculous claim of anti-semitism and use whatever channels of power they have against you. The same old jim crow racist bullshit that was practiced in America for centuries but they want to continually shove this alleged holocaust bullshit down our throats. What happened then was unfortunate, but millions of others died too. And that doesn't give you the right to bulldoze ancestral lands of the Palestinians over this bogus claim to the land coz' you're not Hebrew. You 're proselytes of the judaism religion, not sons and daughters of Abraham, the father of the Hebrew nation who God promised the land to. No matter how many times you lie to yourselves, you ain't Hebrew. Like the Lord said, you can't get into the kingdom of heaven by going over the fence, and no matter how many lies you tell yourself in this world it ain't gonna fly! God will not allow it, and as a king, I'm sick of them trying to steal MY BIRTHRIGHT! I throw your pottage in your face and take back what's mine!  And their mission is if they can't convert you over to their version of the story then make you afraid to speak up and say something contrary to their version. Not gonna' happen. I am TRUE Hebrew, a son of Abraham and a king who will one day soon be crowned by God. So you're wasting your time trying to get me to bend to your will. My Lord is more powerful than the servants of satan, so in the end by God's Power and Strength I will always prevail.
But hatred and intolerance is gonna destroy this country. Eventually it will destroy the world, but this country teeters on the edge of destruction as it is. A lie cannot stand the test of time, and the lies that supposedly built this country, the chickens will soon come home to roost! Freedom, justice rwulity, democracy all futile words coming from the mouths of liars and hypocrites. Look at what they've done to the so-called African Americans, the native Americans, Somalia, Nepal, and the Phillipines. These people hate you and one day God will permit them to have their REVENGE!!!!! And that day is coming soon! So be wary of hatred and intolerance, the end is coming.
Whew, I got way off course, but I guess I'm angry because I had to remove a perfectly good bio-story for the authour's own protection. Smile, this is the real America.

Friday, November 10, 2017

My Life:Home

Lol! I saw Mr. Asamota mentioned my episode the other day.Lol Well, he didn't mention everything. When I ran home from that session I was feeling quite silly. At least, I don't know what I was feeling. But we are neighbors and he and my husband talk quite a bit. I talk to him too and he's never been judgemental of us and our relationship. He has a girlfriend who comes over often and we all know each other. Well that day when I came back from the film shooting my emotions were in a strange way. He was out in his front yard and said hi to me. I went over to him, threw my arms around his neck, buried my face in his chest (he's a big guy compared to me) and just started crying!lol He didn't push me off and scream faggot like others would have done. He tried to calm me down, kept asking what was wrong, and did somebody do something to me.lol Yess!lol He said he and some of his boys would go and rough them up for me if needed!lol Now let me clarify, I told him no, nothing of the sort happened, and he was joking! For real! Just trying to make me feel better. I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I just wrangled with a monster cock!lol No, that wouldn't do. Well he escorted me to my house, got me in, and got me something to drink. He was on some break from work or something and had to get back. That was so sweet of him though.
Well this is a short one today coz, my husband took off today, it's nice and cold outside and we've come across an old Blacxploitation film I saw long ago; The House on Skull Mountain. It's an old Black horror movie and I didn't know that the white guy in it was Victor French. of Little House on the Prairie and Highway to Heaven. I'm surprised I even remember this movie but we're sitting up watching it now. I'm comfy now. I have on a smock he likes that I bought off a unisex clothing line that he likes and we're not going anywhere today. Gonna watch some dvd's make some popcorn and just snuggle up to my sweetie.lol We're home for the day, so everyone else out there enjoy your weekend.

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Won't Back Down

Okay, I'm taking a cue from Tom Petty in his song I Won't Back Down. I will not  back down on my choice and I won't let even google intimidate me. After getting beat up, locked up for something I didn't do, harassed by racist and homophobic mobs, ostracized, and marginalized, I guess I can deal with a little more. I should have been a star a long time ago but because I live in such a racist country that wants to marginalize Black people and my sexuality is no longer up for discussion, you'll know well enuff, I've cum to the consclusion that everything I want to do, I'll have to do it myself. Only then will people realize the talent they've been missing out on. Shame it's so much later in my life and such, but partly that wasn't my fault. Thrown in jail for years for something I didn't do, I started off with a serious rough patch in my life. I've sailored on as best I could, but America is a big assed sham! Freedom! HA!! Justice! not if you're not white! Opportunity! Again, read the last one there. And now I can't leave here if I  wanted to coz' with a background like this, no one else will believe in your innocence and allow me in their country and I don't qualify for a passport anyway. So basically, I'm still locked up. I'm not gonna' let that stop me though, for as Sidney Poitier said, it's not impossible just harder, because of my racial background. It saddens me to see how this country has shammed so many everywhere else, but right now I am in no position to do anything about that. My films are gonna' be my protest and my voice not so much to bash America, but to explain how a person can be so hurt when a government decides that your life doesn't matter. They throw you jail or murder you in the streets and feel nothing should be said or done about it! Yes, my films will be for adults only, but there will be more to them.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Movies

I think everyone knows that I'm bi sexual and so I guess I can announce that I'm getting ready to do a few movies, homosexual movies. I'm gonna' do them because I've seen some gay movies and they were disgusting and just very bad. nothing I would pay my money to see. So I'm gonna' make some good ones and yes sex will be in them. They're gonna' be a little rough as they are my ideas, and I will be the star. This is the only mention I will make of it. Some of my people don't know I'm a switch hitter and it's gonna be hard to keep it under wraps, but I will do what I must.

The End : Thanks to google

I'm gonna end this blog thanks to google. They've been threatening to cut off my accounts. I think they're gonna' do it anyway and that's fine coz' I intend to sue them if they do. Not so much for money, I don't have any anyway though God one day will bless me with ALL THE MONEY!! But mostly it will be to bring this irate giant down to size, coz' they have material like this ALL OVER google! In fact I got all of these pictures off of google, so why they're picking on me, it's not for this. They're just trying to shut me up! Well this is one of my favorite blogs and so I will start it up elsewhere if I can. But for now it's over. I thank everyone who tuned in and hopefully we can do this again. later.

Friday, September 8, 2017

Janet Mock; A man determined to be a woman

You know I found this story quite interesting. Coz' this transexual woman is quite beautiful and would fool anyone. When I wa younger I often daydreamed about being changed into a woman. A young kid who's father had abandoned him and his mother his best friend what else could you do. I used to try on my big sister's dresses and wear her makeup. This secret I've held close for I never wanted to be judged for this. Oh I'm not providing my real name coz' I'm not ready to reveal this to everyone. But I feel for Janet Mock and I've actually thought about having this done myself. But I've seen there are more disadvantages to being a woman than a man so I abandoned this idea. Besides I kind of like the violation of being a man fucked by a man. I had a really bad experience years ago and I won't deny that I probably have a problem. But I can't help it. Last year I got a job working 'somewhere' and I was working late at the office. Well a guy who I had been daydreaming about came in and approached me. At first I blew him off for fantasies rarely come true, but the next thing you know he stripped me right in our storage room and dragged me into the meeting room and threw me butt naked on top of the meeting table and just plunged his dick into my ass! Ewww he fucked me good in his three piece suit while I was on the table butt nekkid while his huge cock was wearing out my poophole!lol Then when he finished, he filled me up with his cum then left me there stealing my clothes! Now that part was uncool coz'' it took me a lot of trouble getting home that night. Now I hate to admit I thoroughly enjoyed that night, but that is dangerous and I don't encourage anyone to do this coz' we could have lost our jobs gotten arrested or gotten shot by the police or something. So please, for your own safety don't do this. My man friend now I have to let him know he can't put our safety in jeapordy just to have sex even though I've let him strip me at the office when we were sure no one else was there and no one was coming and he couldn't run off with my clothes. We got put out of our gym when they caught us having sex there, so I don' recommend that either. I'm writing this now after we just rented a limo and let him drive around while we had sex in the back. He dropped us off at home and I got out naked while my companion got dressed. He wanted to. Oh well.

I Was Born a Boy

Janet Mock has an enviable career, a supportive man, and a fabulous head of hair. But she's also got a remarkable secret that she's kept from almost everyone she knows. Now, she breaks her silence.

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The flight to Bangkok's Don Muang Airport felt far longer than I'd imagined. It was Christmas break during my freshman year at the University of Hawaii, and I was 18, anxious, and alone. After high school graduation, many of my classmates were throwing big graduation parties and buying new cars. Those kids went looking for good times and great memories, but I was desperately searching for one thing only: a chance to be in the right body for the first time in my entire life. I had traveled more than 6,000 miles to have gender reassignment surgery — a sex change.
At the arrival gate, I was greeted by two smiling nurses who assured me that everything was going to be OK. But I already knew that. I was the one who had lived with the sheer torment of inhabiting a body that never matched who I was inside, the one devastated by the quirk of fate that had consigned me to a life of masked misery. By the time I set foot in Thailand, I knew there could be nothing worse than living another day with a penis dangling between my legs.
Counting backward as the anesthesia took hold, I surrendered to what I believed with certainty would be a better future. And then, just like that, I was awake again. The sound of Muslim prayers rang through the air, echoing in my brightly lit hospital room. Even though I'd spent the last three hours on the operating table — I could already feel the first tinges of pain in my lower body — I felt completely reborn. Though I had been born a boy to my native Hawaiian mother and African-American father, I would never be a man. It was the birth of my choosing this time. And now it was official: Charles had died so that Janet could live.
Once, when I was 5-years-old, a little girl who lived next door to my grandmother dared me to put on a muumuu and run across a nearby parking lot. So I did. I threw it on, hiked it up in one hand, and ran like hell. It felt amazing to be in a dress. But suddenly my grandmother appeared, a look of horror on her face. I knew immediately that I had crossed some kind of line. After yelling at me, she banished me to our patio, where I played quietly with my sumo action figures for a while. I loved them because they had long hair, and they were the only "dolls" OK for me, a boy, to play with.
It didn't take very long before the social cues got louder and clearer. My parents started scolding me over the way I walked and held my hands. I learned to hide aspects of my personality. Playing with girls was fine, for example, but playing with their Barbies was something I could do only behind closed doors. After my parents split, my mom said my younger brother and I needed a strong male role model and sent us to live with our dad in Oakland, California. Stern and critical, my father couldn't accept how feminine and dainty I was in comparison to my rough-and-tumble brother. "Get outside and play!" he would bark. One time, I pretended to be a girl named Keisha — I wasn't dressed like a girl, but in my baggy jeans and colorful top and with my longish hair, I easily passed for one. A boy who didn't know me told my cousin Mechelle that he thought I was pretty. "Isn't she?" Mechelle said, playing along. She. It spoke to my soul.
It was my father who first dared to ask the question: You're not gay, are you? I was 8 and wasn't even sure what that meant, but I knew from his tone that it was unacceptable. "No!" I shouted defensively.
When I was 12, my brother and I moved back to Honolulu to live with our mother. Hawaii felt like another universe, and reflecting on it, I am struck by how much more open and accepting it was. The searing social issues there had more to do with locals versus "foreigners" (aka "haoles") than with kids like me. In fact, I even found other boys like me there, and I eagerly gravitated to them. Together we envied girls, their ability to express their femininity without shame; I admired the way their bodies bloomed and rounded out. Not mine. I was beginning to loathe my shapeless body, the straight lines and hard angles.
During recess one day, I met Wendi. A year older than me, she was part of a small, tight-knit group of transsexuals who went around town wearing makeup and skirts hitched up to the thigh. They congregated outside our school at night, where they practiced the dance routines of Mariah Carey and Toni Braxton. They were a revelation, and I was emboldened just watching them. Wendi lived with her grandparents, who supported her and allowed her to wear girls' clothes and makeup, a freedom I envied. I spent hours in her room, playing with her cosmetics, plucking my eyebrows, trying on bras. The more time I spent with Wendi, the more comfortable I grew expressing myself as a female. By the end of my freshman year in high school, I was regularly wearing women's clothes to school.
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But the fallout was swift and merciless. Fag! I can see your balls! The insults reverberated off the lockers and echoed down the school hallways. Though I was never physically threatened and never feared for my safety, the harassment was relentless. Not a moment went by that wasn't accompanied by a taunt, a slur, a cruel reminder that my classmates could not, would not, see me as I saw myself. "You're making people uncomfortable," one vice principal said while he looked me over with disdain. Soon he gave me an ultimatum: Wear a skirt to school again and get sent home for the day. But it was too late to turn back. I liked how I looked as a young woman, even though it meant exposing myself to ridicule. After that, I held my head high as I strode through the hallways in my miniskirts, past the haters who called me a freak, past the teachers who looked on disapprovingly, and past the vice principal who routinely sent me home. By the end of sophomore year, my mother, who condoned my wardrobe, had had enough. Together, we decided it was time to transfer schools.
Though most of the students at my new school had heard whispers about my past, it was a much more open environment. There was even a Teen Center staffed with social workers who counseled gay kids. One of them joined me as I introduced myself to teachers as Janet and helped them get comfortable with calling me that name instead of the one listed on the attendance sheets.
There are key moments in a person's life when you just know your destiny is about to change. For me, this moment came when Wendi, whom I remained friends with despite being in different schools, started taking female hormone pills. When she graduated to injections a few months later, she sold me her pills for $1 a pop. The timing was divine, as I'd already begun to detect a hint of an Adam's apple on my throat. The changes in my 15-year-old body horrified me. Sometimes while showering, my thoughts got dark: What if I just cut this thing off? Wendi's pills were my savior. For three months, I took estrogen and watched my body's slow metamorphosis: softer skin, budding breasts, a fuller face.
But I knew that taking them without the supervision of a doctor was risky. I needed someone to monitor my progress. That's when I finally confessed to my mom what I'd been doing. A single, working mother, she didn't have the luxury or will to micromanage my life and allowed me to do what I wanted so long as I continued making honor roll. That was our unspoken deal. But the medical changes were different — she recognized that my desperation to be a woman was not just teen angst or rebellion; it was a matter of life or death. "If that's what you want," she said, looking me straight in the eye, "we're going to do it the right way." So she signed off on a local endocrinologist's regimen of treatments, which involved weekly hormone shots in the butt and daily estrogen pills. For the first time, I could visualize heading off to college as a woman, pursuing a career as a woman. No more dress-up, no more pretending.
Get in touch with Janet at her site, janetmock.com.

Thursday, August 31, 2017

A tale from the Literotica website

I didn't write this story. It comes from the Literotica website. Me and my lovers male and female; yes I'm bi-sexual; enjoy reading the stories. Remember this is 'fantasy'. Don't do stuff like this in real life unless it's with a consenting partner in harmless role play or you could wind up in jail for a very long time. Eitherway, enjoy it.

Was I Raped? Ch. 03

byeviltwin52©
How can one describe the sweet feel of total surrender? There is an eroticism that comes with giving up all pretenses of free will and completely submitting ones self to someone more dominant.

I know that feeling. Daddy claimed me as his and after the initial fight for survival I have allowed myself the sublime peace that comes with knowing that another, stronger, wiser, and more powerful person, has taken control over me.

Daddy has command of my actions, of my sex life, of me. Plain and simple, I am his property to do with as he sees fit. His strong will, deep soothing voice, and persistence that I was more than what I thought I was, had me convinced.

Daddy had talked to me about him making me a star. How I could make him so much money becoming his prize whore. More than having had his cock in me, Daddy has confidence in me.

So easy it was for him to fuck me and make me his cock sucker. Falling asleep in his arms to his hypnotic message that I was is property, I awoke the next day with a new resolve.

I'll be his whore.

The day after Daddy allowed me to become his cock sucker we went shopping for me.

"Lose the shorts cock sucker," Daddy said as I was dressing. "You won't need men's underwear anymore sweetheart. And leave your hair long. No pony tail. Brush it out sweet girl. Try to make me proud of my new whore."

I finished pulling on my clothes and went shopping with Daddy. I was instructed to hold onto his out turned pocket lining when we walked down the streets. I did so, feeling both foolish and safe at the same time. No one was going to mess with me when they saw I was Daddy's property.

In the first specialty store Daddy and I went to the sexy women's lingerie department. "Pick out what you like Pink," he told me.

"But Daddy, I have never worn women's underwear before," I whined.

With Daddy's keen eye and the salesman so helpful, I tried on several pair, modeling for Daddy and the salesman.

After selecting 10 pair of assorted panties, leotards, and half slips, hose and garter belts, we moved to the outer wear. Daddy wanted me to accentuate my "full, fine ass," as he called it.

That made me blush like a school girl.

I tried on many outfits finally settling on several that made Daddy happy. The first was what the salesman called a black mesh romper. Essentially, it's a onesy that exposes my sides through the mesh with solid front and back panels that barely hide my privates. It was sexy. I also chose a couple jump suits that while technically one piece pant suits, the legs have a slit up to my waist.

My little dick hardened when the salesman, most graciously, helped me into that one. His hand, and I'm sure it was no accident, brushed against my erection that was hidden under my new panties. I donned the backless, sleeveless, sexy romper. He told me it was club wear and that I looked divine in it. I thanked him, blushing profusely.

Suddenly I began to feel less foolish and more desirable. I was getting into my new role. "How did Daddy know?" I wondered. "What did the big man see in me that I never knew was there?"

Daddy and I both laughed when he had me try on what he called ho shoes. The heels were so high they were impossible to walk in. I fell into the salesman's arms more than once before mastering the art of walking sexy as Daddy directed me.

One look in the mirror and I knew why he wanted me in these high heels. My pert round butt jutted out almost obscenely. I looked more sexy.

Daddy wanted me in full cross-dress mode. The salesman helped me into the garter belt and as he knelt in front of me, pulling up my hose, managed to sneak a kiss on my hard dick through my panty.

"Not much there is there Pink? More like a clit."

What could I say? He was right. The memory of Daddy's soft cock jutting between my legs returned. My tiny white dick lying atop his long, fat black man tamer was a quiet and reinforcing narrative that I was not a real man.

Then the salesman surprised me by asking for a date. "Sometime when your Daddy doesn't have you whoring and turning tricks, maybe we could get together and you could suck mine."

I smiled down at the horny salesman and said, "it will cost you." I reached for my romper. As I pulled it on, I could see the looseness where breasts should be. That kind of made me sad.

From the side you could see the tops of my hose and the connecting end of the garter. My fat ass swayed as I went to Daddy.

He had me pay for my purchases saying, "why should I pay bitch? They're yours," and we left. I clung to his pocket lining as we walked a few blocks to a day-spa. I stumbled a few times in my heels and Daddy became irritated. Finally, he took control of the situation and held me close, his large hand on my ass as we made our way through the pedestrian traffic.

I sighed contentedly and leaned against my man.

Entering the spa, they had hip hop music piped in and the atmosphere was soothing with an African motif. A large black woman greeted Daddy, "Earl so good to see you my friend. You got another sissy for me?"

"I think Pink will be my best bitch yet Siobhan. Might even make bottom bitch in a few months."

"My, my, such high praise for this faggot. You really think so?" she asked as she walked around me taking in my figure and features. "Nice ass," she said with a spank. "Almost a sista booty."

"Give this cunt the works. A new hair style that emphasizes her face. Lose her body hair. Maybe tattoo some eye liner, and my brand."

"You got it Earl," beamed Siobhan. "Strip honey."

"Right here?" I cringed.

Slap!

"Ouch. Why did you hit me?"

Slap.

"I said strip. Shut the fuck up and get out of your whore clothes," she growled. Then she turned to Daddy and told him to teach me quick. "One of the brothers will kick the shit outta this faggot, he's slow to take orders."

"Can you give this queer some Botox in his fat lips Siobhan? I want her sucking cocks tomorrow."

"Shoot Earl, I know a doctor who can give her titties if you want."

"Nah, she ain't earned a dime yet. Let's see how she performs first."

Again, two people talking about me like I wasn't there. The insignificance of me as a person was being hammered home.

I stood naked as they talked, waiting for instructions from the tall negress.

"Have you trained the bitch yet Earl?" Siobhan asked Daddy.

"Not yet. The cunt has been pretty obedient. When she gets out of hand is when I'll show her the ropes." Daddy looked sternly at me when he said that.

My dick was no longer hard. It shrunk even more at the thought of what Siobhan meant by training.

A few people came and went as I stood in only my "ho shoes," naked and cold. When I attempted to hide my shame Daddy told me to put my hands at my side. "Be proud cunt. Let them see your clit."

More debasement. I stood as directed and let them see me in all my glory.

Daddy was slowly but surely taking my dignity from me.

Finally Daddy and Ms. Siobhan completed their business and she led the way to a back room.

"The first thing we're going to do is laser off your body hair. Lay on the table."

Doing as I was told, I lay there for a half hour as Ms. Siobhan gave me the treatment. As she was finishing my chest she moved behind my head. I felt her rub against my head and then the side of my face. I swear there was a cock where a pussy should have been.

I turned to look at her questioningly. As if to prove my suspicions Ms. Siobhan smiled down at me. "Yes Pink, it's a cock."

She continued to rub it against the side of my face. Then without much fanfare she raised the dashiki exposing a very nice black cock.

I knew what she wanted. I opened my mouth and took her in. Sucking a tranny dick seemed only a little strange. She had big boobs but also a cock. My Daddy had introduced to me a world I didn't know existed.

I reached for Ms. Siobhan's big ass in order to give her a deep throating. She humped and bucked, fucking my mouth like a cunt. "You white faggots love you some black dick doncha girl?"

She was right. This was only the second cock to be in my mouth but it felt so right.

My oral skills had an impact on her. Ms. Siobhan reached down and began to finger my anus. "Nice tight boi pussy," she complimented me.

I brought my feet up on the table, my knees bent and spread, opening my canal for her.

I sucked and she fucked her cock in and out of my mouth while she fingered my ass. She hit my magic button and cum sprayed from my little dick across my midriff. I humped up and down as my orgasm took me over the edge.

Then Ms. Siobhan stiffened a bit and I heard her moan the beginning of her climax. "I'm cumming Pink. Don't spill a drop precious bitch. Swallow it all."

And I did. Ms. Siobhan pumped and throbbed several times causing me to swallow repeatedly. I made sure none was lost as she fed me my reward.

As she softened, Ms. Siobhan permitted me to nurse and suckle her love muscle. I coaxed the last of her ejaculate with my sucking lips.

"Bitch boi, you do have a talent for taking black cocks. Earl is right. You're going to make a boat load of money for your man."

"Thank you Ms. Siobhan," I whispered, still savoring the taste of her offering. Having a cock in my mouth made me feel like I was in charge of events. I knew I had a talent for giving head, Daddy told me. That was reinforced when Ms. Siobhan told me the same thing.

I was finding a new self worth in pleasing black cocks.

A few painful hours later Ms. Siobhan was finally finished with my make-over. She had done everything Daddy had told her to do.

Looking in the mirror I was surprised to see that the tattooed eye liner gave me a wide eyed, slutty look in a blackish green. My eye lashes had been treated to extensions. They looked pretty.

Ms. Siobhan had her assistants apply a base to my face then softened my look with subtle hints of pink. My lips had the Botox treatment and looked fatter and more appealing. Permanently outlined with a deep red tattoo liner and a bright red lip gloss applied, my mouth certainly looked like a an inviting place for cocks.

The long page boy styling made my hair look thicker, fuller. No longer was it merely brown, Ms. Siobhan insisted on dying it jet black and then added blonde high lights.

What pained me the most though were the tattoos. First Ms. Siobhan had her man mark me as Daddy's property. Along the length of my right leg in beautiful calligraphy were the words "property of Daddy Earl." If lost, please return." My ear was marked with what Ms. Siobhan told me was a pigpass. It's a marker that when decoded details the place I've wandered away from. It started on farms so stray pigs could be identified and returned to their rightful owner.

"It has Earl's cell number on it," Ms. Siobhan said proudly.

Indeed my Daddy wanted to own me, to protect me, and keep me. My heart fluttered at that thought. This was indeed proof that I was his.

There was a finishing Q with a spade in it on my ass and neck. "That way," Ms. Siobhan explained, "folks will know that you service black cocks. It's a marking you should be proud to display, Pink."

Ms. Siobhan gave me pointers on how to dress. "Always wear your panties over your garter belt. That way you can fuck and quickly get back on the track to your next trick without having to fuck with your hose and shit."

What she said made sense but the realization that I was about to become a prostitute suddenly hit me. "I don't want to be a whore Ms. Siobhan," tears welling in my eyes. "I have a life, a business, a wife. Daddy taught me to enjoy cock but I have a life."

Taking my small body in a hug, Ms. Siobhan showed empathy. "Pink, you don't have a life outside of what Earl has planned for you. Girl, the sooner you learn that you are gonna be trafficked for sex, the sooner you'll come to grips with it. Why honey, the way you went after my cock shows me you have the making and desire to be a wonderful slut for black cock."

Her arms around my still naked body, her soft spoken words served to sooth my fears. My dick twitched again. Being controlled by stronger, bigger black people heightened my sense of submission.

I blinked back my tears and looked up at her. Ms. Siobhan looked down and gave me a sad smile. Then she kissed me on my new lips. It was nice. It was comforting to be shown affection. I kissed her back and we soon were doing tongue dances in each other's mouths.

We kissed like that for a few minutes before I felt pressure on my shoulders. Ms. Siobhan wanted me on my knees and I obliged. Kneeling I watched as she completely removed her dashiki and stood before me nude. Her breasts were magnificent Her nipples pierced held little rings. Her long legs were firm and feminine as were her hips.

Making eye contact I swallowed as much of her cock as I could.

"That's right Pink," she sighed. "Get me ready to fuck your boi pussy."

I slobbered all over her cock until it was shiny with my saliva. "Lie on your back," she hissed when she was ready to fuck me.

Ms. Siobhan raised my legs and pushed her cock in me. Her hands under my knees, her palms on the floor, she looked down at me as she fucked me. "This Pink, this is your life now. Accept it baby girl. Revel in it. Nigger cocks are your future you pretty bitch. The brothers are going to pay good money for your ass."

A few of her co-workers and assistants had gathered around to watch us. I felt embarrassed but once again Ms. Siobhan calmed my fears.

"Pink, Earl will have you pulling trains, dancing nude on stage, making fuck films, anything that will make money for him. Don't be embarrassed by people seeing you naked and filled with cock. Leave your pride and dignity behind. You're a sex slave now. You don't matter. Whether you live or die is up to your Daddy and no one will give a shit if you suddenly disappear. All your worth is tied up in your ability to make Earl money by being a good whore. Earl is a mean pimp when his bitches aren't doing right by him Pink."

Continuing to discuss my future Ms. Siobhan reminded me that I was, or should be familiar with my new life. "You've seen the TV shows where the girl cannot get away from her pimp, right Pink? Well once in that life you're hooked. Your pimp Daddy pulled you Pink. He decided on you. You'll do anything and everything your Daddy wants you to do. You're hooked Pink, hooked on black cocks and you love your pimp Daddy."

I shuddered at Siobhan's words. I wasn't sure I could succeed as a whore but I knew felt something strong for my new Daddy. Was it love or dependence. I wasn't sure but I knew I felt safe when I was with him. I also felt like I owed him for awakening me to the fact that I was born to suck black cocks.

I was enjoying the fucking I was getting. I arched my hips and groaned my climax as Siobhan pushed past my prostate.

After Miss Siobhan pumped her load up my boi pussy, she handed me some tissues and told me to clean myself up and get dressed.

Finishing getting dressed, I took stock of myself in the mirror. What I saw looking back at me was astonishing. I was beautiful. No longer any semblance of male, I looked every bit a sexy, stylish whore.

Daddy came back to get me and thanked Miss Siobhan. "The bitch looks great. She'll bring top dollar. Pay Siobhan cunt," he told me.

We made our way back to the hotel and into a seat in the rear of the lounge.

"Watch the white faggots Pink. See how they handle their johns. See, most of your tricks will be brothers. Most if not all, have been in prison and have gotten fond of fucking white faggots like you. They broke them in behind bars and changed their lives."

That thought must have excited Daddy for he took my hand and placed it in his lap. I grasped his large cock and squeezed as he continued.

There were three whores working the lounge. Each had a black man with her. All three looked pretty good except you could tell they were males.

"Yeah Pink", Daddy chuckled. "I know what you're thinking. Those whores look like white bois in drag. I want them to look like that. I want people to see how low they've sunk and what depraved sissies they've allowed themselves to become. When they can no longer earn I'll dispose of their useless asses and society won't miss them."

I unzipped Daddy's trousers and fished his cock out and began to masturbate him right there in the lounge. As I fondled and stroked his magnificent manhood our waitress came over to take our order.

"Damn Earl, I can't believe how good she looks. Siobhan did a great job on your new whore."

I beamed wide pride and throwing caution to the wind, bowed by head and lapped at Daddy's cock while she watched.

"Bitch is losing her inhibitions," the waitress said as she took Daddy's drink order.

Daddy didn't think much of my brazenness. He pulled me up and slapped me hard across my face. "Bitch don't even think you can take liberties with me," he spat.

I sat there chagrinned, my lesson learned. When my man wants his cock sucked, he'll let me know.

Two large black men came to our table. They slapped five and greeted each other the way only black men can.

Daddy told them I was his new property and if they could pay the price they could be the first tricks I'd turn.

"This bitch is new white meat my brothers," he grinned. "She will cost you $100 each."

The next thing I knew the three of us were in the elevator headed for my room.

"Get out them clothes," one said as he pulled off his shirt. "Do it nice and sexy like."

Let me tell you girls something, getting out of a romper "sexy like" is hard. I tried my best but being unfamiliar with the garment I struggled.

Finally out of the romper I looked to see my tricks grinning at me.

Bare chested as I was, my hips encased in the garter under my panties, my hose and "ho shoes" on, I must have been a pleasing sight. Both men sported nice big erections.

I went to them and knelt. Taking both cocks in my hands I alternated between them licking and sucking. "They wanted a whore," I thought. "I'll give them one."

I ducked my head and laved their scrotums, again alternating between the two men.

I was told to get on the bed on all fours.

I felt my panties being taken down by one of my lovers as the other gentleman knelt at my head, feeding me his cock.

I groaned in pain around the cock stuffed in my mouth, as the big black cock entered my boi pussy. He was larger than Daddy and it hurt.

"This bitch is tight," he told his partner.

He began to thrust in and out timing his rhythm with the cock in my mouth. The pain subsided gradually and I began to enjoy the pleasure my two visitors were giving me.

Moaning and fucking back I urged the cocks to fill me from both ends. The nastiness of what I was doing took hold of my psyche. I was a whore, a faggot whore for black men. I have a pimp. I am a just a piece of ass to these fine gentlemen, merely a receptacle for their sperm.

My two callers fucked their spunk down my throat and up my ass satiating themselves with my body. I lay there totally spent with cum oozing from my behind. They dressed to leave.

"Gonna see you again. You are a fine white boi. Earl got him a fine punk."

I smiled at the compliment as the door closed. I had turned my first two tricks for Daddy and they left satisfied.
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Thursday, August 17, 2017

Gemmel Moore murdered by ed buck!!!!

Male prostitute, 26, dies of meth overdose at Hollywood home of high-profile Democrat donor

  • Gemmel Moore, 26, was found dead in West Hollywood, CA on July 27
  • Moore died at the home of Ed Buck, a high-profile Democratic donor
  • LA Coroner’s Office said he died of an accidental overdose of methamphetamine
  • Family believes that Moore’s demise was more sinister that revealed
  • Moore’s mother believes that Buck liked watching black men do drugs
  • Ed Buck is not a  suspect in Moore’s death or any other police investigation

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Naked interview

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Carli Bei got naked to meet with members of a swinging community in Jamaica, for the “Naked News” streaming channel.
As part of the feature, couples at the Hedonism II nudist resort in Negril spoke on camera about how they got into swinging and embarrassing moments they’ve had.
Carli asked one nude couple what they ask each other once they have slept with other people.
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RAUNCHY: The presenter went fully starkers for the feature
Taking a matter-of-fact approach, the lady said: “We ask what we liked, what we disliked, how was the couple, is there something I could have done differently or is there something you would like to do.”
Next the TV host asked a series of partners what had happened when their swinging experiences hadn’t gone as smoothly as they imagined.
One starkers man said: “We met one couple in a bar and two hours talking and we agreed to go back to their house to have some more fun and everything changed.

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