Praying For Her Happiness

Dear Heavenly Father,

I know I don’t come to you as much as I should and you know my heart… I’m not coming to you this morning for myself; you’ve blessed me more than I could ever ask. I’m here on this day to ask that you give my friend clarity and guidance, that you protect her and bring her happiness.

That you give her the life she deserves! You know the love I have in my heart but I would happily give her up if that means she’ll have a genuine smile. I know you’re a powerful God, a jealous God… but more than that you’re a merciful God!!! And I need you to have mercy on her! I need you to lift her spirits and allow her to be the woman we both know she’s destined to be. I’m sure billions of people pray to you every day and night asking you for riches, cures to cancer, peace of mind…

I don’t want any of that for myself, I’ll sacrifice whatever you need me to; just give her the life she deserves. I know I’m in no position to make deals with a man of your caliber but if you do this I’ll spend my life honoring you. I’ll spend my life being a better man…

If you give her happiness, I’ll let her go. You say put no man before you, I’ve put her before you in my heart and I know that’s wrong. Give her happiness and I’ll sacrifice my own… In your darling son Jesus’s name.



Two’s Company; Three’s Perfection (Explicit Content)

The only men that say they don’t want a threesome are men that have never had or aren’t capable of getting one. Once my wife and I took our vows I resigned myself to the fact she’d be the only woman I’d touch for the rest of my life. But seeing her kiss and caress and stimulate another woman… Watching those lips that have only brought me pleasure bring another woman pleasure was an excitement I didn’t know I was capable of feeling.

There was a tinge of jealousy at seeing their chemistry, the way their bodies molded together. They didn’t talk, there was no awkwardness. They embraced the way lovers do when their comfort level is high.

“I want to watch you suck my husbands dick.” She spoke the words as if she was asking her to pass the salt. She looked at me and blushed but stood off the bed and walked towards me.

“I’m going to make you cum harder than she ever has,” she whispered in my ear. Going to her knees, unzipping my pants I leaned against the wall feeling how warm her mouth was.

“Open your eyes, I want you to watch me.” I opened my eyes and watched Whitney lying on the bed with a silver bullet pressed against her clit. The moans of my wife and the slurping of the woman on her knees in front of me was a symphony of sin and pleasure that I knew would only take us deeper until our conquest for sexual highs. But with sin always comes consequences.

Pink Matter…

I want to talk about something near and dear to my heart today. I want to talk about ‘pink matter.’ I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.

The way it warms to the touch.
The way it sort of contracts with a touch.

As a man there’s really no better feeling than seeing a woman lying in bed or sitting on the couch and touching her ‘pink matter.’

2012 has not been a good year for me when it comes to ‘pink matter,’ mainly because I’m trying my best to not be the man that racks up this body count my future girlfriend will have to deal with. But that doesn’t mean…

That doesn’t mean I don’t think about it everyday. I miss the ‘pink matter’ text and 5am conversations.

The way it sort of leaks and moistens. The way it looks in panties or boy shorts or tights.

Make no mistake, this blog isn’t meant to be smart or artistic or well read. This blog is me losing my mind because sex is everything to me.