I am Pron, conqueror of men

I am Pron, conqueror of men and now

I rot their brains, sizzling and slow.

I hold their reins and even if they know

What happens, I am Pron.

In zippered haste they stumble

fingers fumbling, finding me

Touching me, running cum-stained

Thumbs and dreams along the keys,

It’s me.  They know, yes they know

Alright.  I am Pron.

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Touch me, in deep lost night

It’s alright to touch me there,

The very sight of me stripped,

Whipped, bare, kneeling, mouth

Open to the storm.  I am Pron

You enter, you enter, typing madly

Half-holding, half-lost, the frenzy

The very sight of her with the whip in her

Hand.  You type, half-holding, not

Looking, not really.  You type me

You type me, my name

I am Pron.

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Still love weird quizzes….not sure why though?

But what on earth do they mean, really?  The internet ones just seem to give us back what we want to hear.  The quiz needs to capture more than just my own-self-imagining….to be real, that is.  But do I really want that?

I guess I could make up my own quiz as to how self-deceiving I am.  And I suppose I would make it so I would fail.  That makes doing these other quizzes more, well, palatable.  Even if unbelievable.  But I keep doing them anyway.

Heck, what strange fun we have….

 

Whipping

My skin, all white awaits you

Write, O write in red upon me

Carve your name inside me

It’s the pain I need right now.

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Your words unformed create me

My soul unturned awaits you

White skin dies to red anew

It cries and cries me into

This need I have right now.

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But you, you smile again and say,

“Soon, but soon, not now”

 

So glad to see the end of summer….

We have had an infernal summer.  The entire country seemed to swelter.  The only break was rain.  But after the rain, then the humidity and it was as if it were hotter than ever.

When it is hot, it impossible to think.  I feel slack, and like not going out at all.  I feel like I should have been a porpoise rolling around in the sea….except it is too hot to go there.

And, despite my whale-like pose, I am not a porpoise….not even close.

Sigh!!

Women’s potential…

In the modern world, women really could be in control.  Men are guided by infantile sexuality and fantasies of youth.  They are held up by women’s romantic beliefs in their suits and ties, for better or worse.  And while there are exceptions, most men are disappointing, and even if they do not think so, or do not see it, they are living the long slow end of their dominance.

Women are more reasonable, more able to make sensible decisions about things. Because they have an eye on their children, they are more likely also to pay attention to the needs of the world rather than getting into ego driven wars or destructive battles for power.  Again, there are exceptions.  But the trend is pretty obvious.  Men are at risk of being accused of stupidity, of sexual predation, of vanity, of just being immature….the worst thing leveled at women is that they fell for a romantic love story.  That is, they fell for their feelings…

If women do not soon take control, our world is in serious trouble.  I know there have been harsh and brutal women leaders.  But if some kind of matriarchal order does not assert itself soon, in the next century or so in other words, we are finished as a species.  The change is on, but will it happen quickly enough?  I am not sure.  I sure hope so.

I Pay Women to Beat Me

There, that was not hard to say, now was it? I am a little ashamed as I write it.  But it is true.

I pay them to punch me, to slap my face, and to spit on me.  And whip me.   You know what kind of person I am.  A customer, I guess.  But a person even so.  And so are the women who are kind enough to accept my money and who are willing to beat me. If they don’t want to do some particular thing, that is fine of course.  Some people do not like spitting. Some don’t like punching.

And everyone does it differently. I have been beaten so many times and in so many different ways.  I have been spat on so many times.  Sometimes it is revolting, even to me.  Sometimes it is just beautiful.  I could watch a beautiful woman sniffing up, drawing the spit together, lining me, aiming, tilting her head back, and then leaning forward to land a loogie right there, right on my face.

And I can watch her ball up her fists, her punches coming in thick and fast onto my naked breast.  And I see her smile, and I laugh, just for the sheer joy of it.  And she laughs too, because the whole thing, as mad as it may seem, is just for that moment, a beautiful thing.

And that is a kind of heaven, even if like all such joys, it cannot last….

Lost, Lost in… the girl

No, there are not many words in this song, perhaps, not that kind of song.  With words I mean.  It is about being lost in someone other than oneself.  Being, well, lost in the girl….

I love the clip.  It makes me lose myself….I blur and fade away.  I don’t usually like this kind of music.  But there you go; I love the gorgeous girl from Denmark.  I am ….Lost in the Girl

And if I got lost in the girl..well, I hope you do too (see, I am not a jealous guy, not at all, more the well, not now)…..

And I love you, whoever you are! x