http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ws-MznI61-U
I have a bargain reindeer doll named Free-Loader. He is a Christmas reindeer who is currently out of job (since his job is VERY seasonal). Rather than putting him away for another whole year, I thought I'd give him a job as my youtube actor. He hustles to entertain and always brings smiles whenever I watch him dance. Enjoy!
Friday, January 6, 2012
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Lucy Bitch
Lucy Bitch
That bitch is just asking for it. Sooner or later she’s gonna get it from me and I can just feel it. I’m just waiting for her to fuck something up big time one of these days and I’ll show her, I’ll show her then who her boss really is. Just wait for it.
* * *
A few weeks ago ma brought this girl home: a red headed girl named Lucy. She is a lanky teenager who couldn’t sit still for a second. Well, she’s a runaway girl who ended up at the youth center, and ma just wants to help her out until she got settled to a nicer place. I just don’t get my ma, a sexless woman, spending all her time volunteering for this society shit and that organization crap. Women go crazy as they get older, damn it. So Lucy is a trouble maker girl and doesn’t fit in, I know that type and know how to work it. I tried to talk to her a few times just to strike a conversations and she wouldn’t even answer back to me. Not even a polite nod. What a rude bitch! Bianca—an adopted sister of mine—already tells me that she can’t stand the sight of this Lucy bitch. Now that I think about it, this orphan girl really looks pretty pathetic. Her hair is sun-bleached, kinda smelly, and her cautious facial expression makes her look pretty pitiful all right. She wouldn’t be such a bad looking girl if she smiled more often, which she doesn’t. As a result, she looks like a homeless woman on the street. Ma says I should really try to be more open-minded to her; the girl has had a tough life before. What, was she molested, beat up by her father or something? Come on, I had a tough life too…who doesn’t? Anyway, I don’t know if I can tolerate this type of depressing red head Raggedy Anne face with flat chest anymore. Then again, I might just wait until Bianca has some cat fights with her first, because I just LUV watching a good cat fight. Something about these bitches fighting with each other...they are so engrossed with slashing each other’s face with their nails and grabbing each other’s hair, they totally forget how much they really arouse bystanders like me. I still remember several occasions where Bianca grabbed these new sisters—as ma calls these orphan girls—by their hair, I really enjoyed watching them while they were screaming bloody murder. Sometimes I wonder if Bianca does it on purpose to tease me; she knows I get aroused when I see that stuff. She certainly picks fights with almost every girl we have in our family temporarily, and I respond to her by visiting her room at night after every time she has those wild and uncivilized fights. But this girl, this fire-crotch bitch really is intriguing. Somehow Bianca isn’t picking a fight with her as I expected. If looks can kill, they already murdered each other hundreds times; and yet they haven’t had a single fight yet. Perhaps this girl is too much for Bianca. Perhaps Bianca’s afraid that Lucy might actually win on their cat fights. I don’t care, but I can feel my balls are getting bluer and bluer every day waiting for that grand cat fight. This bitch completely ignores me when I talk to her, and lately she somehow started to show more interest in Fergie, my baby sister, in the most unpleasant way with her rude and hurting eyes. Looks like she wants to make a point to Fergie about something. Now, Fergie is the only adopted sister who looks like me. We both have fair complexion, blonde hair, and our ears look alike. People say we look like brother-sister wherever we go. She has the worst binge eating disorder that she even digs trash can to see if ma dumped some edible food though. Well, I can certainly relate to that. Although I NEVER look inside of a trash can, I know we both live to eat. I kind of adore this little sister. Fergie also is one girl I haven’t touched yet. She has managed to talk me out of it whenever we got close to really getting it on. She’d act all prissy all of a sudden, and go to her room and lock her door just when we’re about to get sexy. I’ll deal with her after I deal with Lucy, so Fergie will have to wait for me: A real man for her.
Bianca is easy though. You see, what she really wants me to do is to play dumb with her. When I take a walk alone in the ranch as my daily routine she likes to pounce on me to give me a fright, and I play along. It’s not because I don’t know she’s gonna pounce on me, but I know how this little routine satisfies this simple girl. Bianca is just one sandwich short of a picnic kinda girl. She just doesn’t think much ahead. She just doesn’t think any more than her instant gratification: joy of frightening me in the bushes. What she never gets is that I act as if I get really frightened after she says “Yeeyaaayyyy!” hitting my back or shoulder, but I really know exactly how and when she pounces on me. I scream as if I didn’t expect her to do that, and immediately she apologizes. “I’m sorry; I really didn’t mean to do that!” She then comes close to me and looks me in the eye, sometimes even touches my face with her long, thick limbed unattractive peasant girl’s hands softly. I act all innocent and hurt, and start to whimper until she comes really close to me; there I jump her bone. I can have her any time I want this way. You’d think the girl would stop pouncing on me after our first forced love-making, but Bianca really is different. Like I said, she is one sandwich short of a picnic, and she doesn’t quite connect the dots. Sometimes though, I see her close her eyes while I make love to her that makes me think that she might actually like our incest relationship. She has that evil, sneaky, yet satisfied smile after we’re done. I sure hope she comes though, as I am a lady’s man after all. To keep playing this same game, I pretend to abuse her sexually without ever acknowledging the pleasure she gets from our interactions. Whenever ma is not home we do this same game in ma’s office, kitchen, ma’s bed, out in the field, and even the storage room that’s filled with tons of junk. In the end Bianca always acts the same. She’d give me that pissed-off and unexpectedly betrayed look that makes me wanna do it again. At times I take her six times in one night. As dumb as I think she is, sometimes I think she’s smarter than I am; she certainly knows how to get laid whenever she wants it. I’m such a sucker who plays along; see what a nice guy I am. When ma’s around, we act as if we’re just perfect siblings. We have superficial fight while watching TV; we teach each other during dinner time; we even support each other to remind ourselves that we’re still a family—at least on the surface anyway.
This Lucy girl though…she pushes me in a very different way from how Bianca’s game pushes me. This girl doesn’t seem to be interested in me, which pisses me off. I haven’t yet encountered any woman who didn’t eventually surrender to my superior manly power. I’ve had some older women, as well as very young girls. In the end they all wanted me and said that I was the Alpha. I conquered all of them bitches. While I haven’t nailed Fergie yet, we’re actually playing this shutting-the-bedroom-door-game that I know she’d eventually leave the door unlocked one of these days. When the time comes, I’d let Fergie know what it’s like to make love to a guy who looks so much like herself. Wouldn’t that be very exciting to look at each other and think about masturbating at the same time.
Lucy. Lucy. Lucy. She pisses me off though. She completely ignores me, and yet I sometimes catch her quickly looking away from me when we’re outdoor working on gardening or just enjoying the sun. I can feel her carefully and slowly licking my body only with her eyes, and my groin suddenly gets thick with blood that I can’t walk anymore. I look at her, and she quickly looks somewhere else and starts scratching herself awkwardly. This game has been going on for the last few weeks and my patience is wearing off. I am just waiting for the best time to make her mine, when ma’s out working or volunteering for yet another non-profit shit. I’d have to work out the details like locking Bianca in her room, as well as Fergie in hers. Somehow I don’t think I want my girls to watch what’s gonna happen between Lucy and me. I do have to keep my bridge stay so I can commute back and forth any time I want, with a minimum toll every time I cross. Bianca would get pissed off, even though she may never openly admit it. She may just stop pouncing on me, and no, I don’t want her to stop pouncing. Fergie, she may keep her bedroom door locked forever if she saw me taking Lucy by force. Fergie is too sensitive and too young to understand what a man I am. She’s got a lot of growing up to do. I’ll just have to wait for the perfect chance.
Then one day I finally nailed her. Ma was out; Bianca was catching flies with her mouth open in the living room (she really is a dumb shit); and Lucy and I looked at each other at the same time. I thought she was gonna come to me and strike a conversation or something. Instead, she went to Fergie, who was just looking out the window enjoying the summer scenery outside. Suddenly Lucy bitch slapped Fergie’s face really hard and walked off. Fergie, completely shocked and vulnerable, started crying. Finally Lucy initiated and I got the message instantly. That moment I lost my control completely. I didn’t care if Fergie was watching; I didn’t care if the whole world was watching me at the very moment. Lucy turned away from Fergie and headed toward her room. I saw her behind and that was it; I grabbed her from behind with all my strength. Sharp scream broke out in our little kitchen. I bent her back to the kitchen counter, and squeezed her young and firm butt. I took her by force, pulling her fiery red mass hair, and biting her back and neck leaving my teeth mark all over her body. I took her over and over again until her scream became a soft cry of a helpless wounded animal giving up on its life. Bianca was crying, screaming, and yelling at me to stop it, and she started to grab Lucy’s hair instead of mine, as if she wanted to attack Lucy. Still, I didn’t loosen my grip on her hair, nor did I stop taking her with the most violent force imaginable. The front door opened and ma came into the house. Uh-oh, she finally caught me.
“You naughty boy! Stop humping our foster dog; you’re a bad dog!” Mom yelled at me and grabbed me by my blue Coach leather collar. I was sent to my crate and I didn’t get my kibbles that night. Rrrrrrrrrrruff! Next time.
That bitch is just asking for it. Sooner or later she’s gonna get it from me and I can just feel it. I’m just waiting for her to fuck something up big time one of these days and I’ll show her, I’ll show her then who her boss really is. Just wait for it.
* * *
A few weeks ago ma brought this girl home: a red headed girl named Lucy. She is a lanky teenager who couldn’t sit still for a second. Well, she’s a runaway girl who ended up at the youth center, and ma just wants to help her out until she got settled to a nicer place. I just don’t get my ma, a sexless woman, spending all her time volunteering for this society shit and that organization crap. Women go crazy as they get older, damn it. So Lucy is a trouble maker girl and doesn’t fit in, I know that type and know how to work it. I tried to talk to her a few times just to strike a conversations and she wouldn’t even answer back to me. Not even a polite nod. What a rude bitch! Bianca—an adopted sister of mine—already tells me that she can’t stand the sight of this Lucy bitch. Now that I think about it, this orphan girl really looks pretty pathetic. Her hair is sun-bleached, kinda smelly, and her cautious facial expression makes her look pretty pitiful all right. She wouldn’t be such a bad looking girl if she smiled more often, which she doesn’t. As a result, she looks like a homeless woman on the street. Ma says I should really try to be more open-minded to her; the girl has had a tough life before. What, was she molested, beat up by her father or something? Come on, I had a tough life too…who doesn’t? Anyway, I don’t know if I can tolerate this type of depressing red head Raggedy Anne face with flat chest anymore. Then again, I might just wait until Bianca has some cat fights with her first, because I just LUV watching a good cat fight. Something about these bitches fighting with each other...they are so engrossed with slashing each other’s face with their nails and grabbing each other’s hair, they totally forget how much they really arouse bystanders like me. I still remember several occasions where Bianca grabbed these new sisters—as ma calls these orphan girls—by their hair, I really enjoyed watching them while they were screaming bloody murder. Sometimes I wonder if Bianca does it on purpose to tease me; she knows I get aroused when I see that stuff. She certainly picks fights with almost every girl we have in our family temporarily, and I respond to her by visiting her room at night after every time she has those wild and uncivilized fights. But this girl, this fire-crotch bitch really is intriguing. Somehow Bianca isn’t picking a fight with her as I expected. If looks can kill, they already murdered each other hundreds times; and yet they haven’t had a single fight yet. Perhaps this girl is too much for Bianca. Perhaps Bianca’s afraid that Lucy might actually win on their cat fights. I don’t care, but I can feel my balls are getting bluer and bluer every day waiting for that grand cat fight. This bitch completely ignores me when I talk to her, and lately she somehow started to show more interest in Fergie, my baby sister, in the most unpleasant way with her rude and hurting eyes. Looks like she wants to make a point to Fergie about something. Now, Fergie is the only adopted sister who looks like me. We both have fair complexion, blonde hair, and our ears look alike. People say we look like brother-sister wherever we go. She has the worst binge eating disorder that she even digs trash can to see if ma dumped some edible food though. Well, I can certainly relate to that. Although I NEVER look inside of a trash can, I know we both live to eat. I kind of adore this little sister. Fergie also is one girl I haven’t touched yet. She has managed to talk me out of it whenever we got close to really getting it on. She’d act all prissy all of a sudden, and go to her room and lock her door just when we’re about to get sexy. I’ll deal with her after I deal with Lucy, so Fergie will have to wait for me: A real man for her.
Bianca is easy though. You see, what she really wants me to do is to play dumb with her. When I take a walk alone in the ranch as my daily routine she likes to pounce on me to give me a fright, and I play along. It’s not because I don’t know she’s gonna pounce on me, but I know how this little routine satisfies this simple girl. Bianca is just one sandwich short of a picnic kinda girl. She just doesn’t think much ahead. She just doesn’t think any more than her instant gratification: joy of frightening me in the bushes. What she never gets is that I act as if I get really frightened after she says “Yeeyaaayyyy!” hitting my back or shoulder, but I really know exactly how and when she pounces on me. I scream as if I didn’t expect her to do that, and immediately she apologizes. “I’m sorry; I really didn’t mean to do that!” She then comes close to me and looks me in the eye, sometimes even touches my face with her long, thick limbed unattractive peasant girl’s hands softly. I act all innocent and hurt, and start to whimper until she comes really close to me; there I jump her bone. I can have her any time I want this way. You’d think the girl would stop pouncing on me after our first forced love-making, but Bianca really is different. Like I said, she is one sandwich short of a picnic, and she doesn’t quite connect the dots. Sometimes though, I see her close her eyes while I make love to her that makes me think that she might actually like our incest relationship. She has that evil, sneaky, yet satisfied smile after we’re done. I sure hope she comes though, as I am a lady’s man after all. To keep playing this same game, I pretend to abuse her sexually without ever acknowledging the pleasure she gets from our interactions. Whenever ma is not home we do this same game in ma’s office, kitchen, ma’s bed, out in the field, and even the storage room that’s filled with tons of junk. In the end Bianca always acts the same. She’d give me that pissed-off and unexpectedly betrayed look that makes me wanna do it again. At times I take her six times in one night. As dumb as I think she is, sometimes I think she’s smarter than I am; she certainly knows how to get laid whenever she wants it. I’m such a sucker who plays along; see what a nice guy I am. When ma’s around, we act as if we’re just perfect siblings. We have superficial fight while watching TV; we teach each other during dinner time; we even support each other to remind ourselves that we’re still a family—at least on the surface anyway.
This Lucy girl though…she pushes me in a very different way from how Bianca’s game pushes me. This girl doesn’t seem to be interested in me, which pisses me off. I haven’t yet encountered any woman who didn’t eventually surrender to my superior manly power. I’ve had some older women, as well as very young girls. In the end they all wanted me and said that I was the Alpha. I conquered all of them bitches. While I haven’t nailed Fergie yet, we’re actually playing this shutting-the-bedroom-door-game that I know she’d eventually leave the door unlocked one of these days. When the time comes, I’d let Fergie know what it’s like to make love to a guy who looks so much like herself. Wouldn’t that be very exciting to look at each other and think about masturbating at the same time.
Lucy. Lucy. Lucy. She pisses me off though. She completely ignores me, and yet I sometimes catch her quickly looking away from me when we’re outdoor working on gardening or just enjoying the sun. I can feel her carefully and slowly licking my body only with her eyes, and my groin suddenly gets thick with blood that I can’t walk anymore. I look at her, and she quickly looks somewhere else and starts scratching herself awkwardly. This game has been going on for the last few weeks and my patience is wearing off. I am just waiting for the best time to make her mine, when ma’s out working or volunteering for yet another non-profit shit. I’d have to work out the details like locking Bianca in her room, as well as Fergie in hers. Somehow I don’t think I want my girls to watch what’s gonna happen between Lucy and me. I do have to keep my bridge stay so I can commute back and forth any time I want, with a minimum toll every time I cross. Bianca would get pissed off, even though she may never openly admit it. She may just stop pouncing on me, and no, I don’t want her to stop pouncing. Fergie, she may keep her bedroom door locked forever if she saw me taking Lucy by force. Fergie is too sensitive and too young to understand what a man I am. She’s got a lot of growing up to do. I’ll just have to wait for the perfect chance.
Then one day I finally nailed her. Ma was out; Bianca was catching flies with her mouth open in the living room (she really is a dumb shit); and Lucy and I looked at each other at the same time. I thought she was gonna come to me and strike a conversation or something. Instead, she went to Fergie, who was just looking out the window enjoying the summer scenery outside. Suddenly Lucy bitch slapped Fergie’s face really hard and walked off. Fergie, completely shocked and vulnerable, started crying. Finally Lucy initiated and I got the message instantly. That moment I lost my control completely. I didn’t care if Fergie was watching; I didn’t care if the whole world was watching me at the very moment. Lucy turned away from Fergie and headed toward her room. I saw her behind and that was it; I grabbed her from behind with all my strength. Sharp scream broke out in our little kitchen. I bent her back to the kitchen counter, and squeezed her young and firm butt. I took her by force, pulling her fiery red mass hair, and biting her back and neck leaving my teeth mark all over her body. I took her over and over again until her scream became a soft cry of a helpless wounded animal giving up on its life. Bianca was crying, screaming, and yelling at me to stop it, and she started to grab Lucy’s hair instead of mine, as if she wanted to attack Lucy. Still, I didn’t loosen my grip on her hair, nor did I stop taking her with the most violent force imaginable. The front door opened and ma came into the house. Uh-oh, she finally caught me.
“You naughty boy! Stop humping our foster dog; you’re a bad dog!” Mom yelled at me and grabbed me by my blue Coach leather collar. I was sent to my crate and I didn’t get my kibbles that night. Rrrrrrrrrrruff! Next time.
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