|Blogs > rm_bakekang777 > Pleasuring HIM|
What's in this website? to most people,this must serve its purpose, a venue to satisfy oneself and just simply to find a sexual partner, fuck buddy, sex toy, fling, however you call it.To me,this is a world of ventures.This is the place where I turned to in my times of desperation , same place that shattered my world apart.Ironically,this website became my playground too, as I always say; "my fantasy land," where I can be whomever I want to be, a queen or celebrity,a whore or a bitch.Although I can play any role I want, I never cease to be with myself, one of the greatest attribute we owe to our very soul,BEING OURSELVES..It leads us to many realization in life,it helps us understand, look back and grow.Hurtings, yes thats my baptism of fire, I still take pride that somehow,I am trying to bring deep thoughts to this website,where people are equal , no ugly and all are sexy..People may claim that this website has nothing to offer but dirty stuff...I wish someday they will also find what I have found right now.
11/12/2005 8:28 am
Thats a good question, I started out tying to find a fuck buddy but stay because of friends I have made through the blogs. Now its just a way to express thoughts, interact with frinds, and be entertained.|
Others are free to think whatever they wish but thats reasoning.
11/12/2005 10:25 pm
Hi Bakekang....we all came to this site for similar reasons: to find someone nearby to screw.|
We found the blogs and became friends. Now screwing is sooo far in second-place that I rearely consider it anymore.
This is the first timeI've visited your site...stop in and say hello...
jim in austin, texas
11/13/2005 6:01 am
that's true I think the same.
We want to live a dream, to have new real friends, talk to them without compromises. Read and partecipate.
The only problem is the language, sometimes I feel bad 'cause I can't say exactly what i think. I'm Italian and english is not so good.
That's the bad.
Ciao. kisses Marco
11/13/2005 8:14 pm
Through the night I heard your call,
and in the silver dawn,
I heard, not knowing where you were,
and yet somehow was drawn
out of the warmness of my household,
and across the dewy lawn
to trod still darken forest halls
- where no one else had gone.
Along the way you should me life
in a doe with spotted fauns,
and along the way you showed me death,
in the death of a sweet bird's song.
I caught a glimpse of your sweet light
in the flash of a mirrored lake,
a flash more clean and strong and good,
than any man could take.
The mounting sun brought me a warmth,
I knew you must possess,
and there welled within a feeling
most difficult to express.
My search went on, the day wore on -
there came a time of noon.
My body tired, my spirits flagged,
but I felt I'd find you soon.
From the tall pine walls
that stood around,
I caught your sweet perfume,
and in waiting by that quiet lake,
I passed that time of noon.
But you came not, so on I went,
and for a while there on the search,
I thought I glimpsed at your soft skin,
in the white of a distant Birch.
You hid behind every tree ahead,
and fled before my coming,
but along the way I saw your flowers,
and I thought I heard you humming.
The wind came strong, and in my mind,
I felt that I could see,
Your hair, like you, all clean and bright,
let down, and running free.
But the gathering dusk
now brings the night
that I had feared to come.
I watch the fading sunset
and think on all I'd done.
I'd seen your face a thousand ways,
but never once saw you,
and now the night is coming on,
and I don't know what to do.
Perhaps that which I'd thought I'd seen
wasn't really there at all,
but I'd felt your voice upon the wind,
and thought I'd heard your call.
I've searched for you throughout the day
I sought you every where.
To find your signs, but not find you,
is more than I can bear.
The Dying Light! It fades away!
Night comes upon the Land.
Your Voice is Gone, as is Your Call -
- and alone, in darkness, I stand.
11/16/2005 7:14 pm
dirty or not..depend on you...
12/14/2005 1:41 am