Upon his throne of white he sat,
Thinking of pleasures he'd never felt,
For though many times the boy had shat,
He'd never done it while a lady knelt.

He wondered what it must be like
To drop the kids off at the pool.
He'd wondered since he was but a tyke
How it would feel with a girl's mouth on his tool. Read More »

« Back to Grin, Part 2

I put on a façade of joy, but I could hardly bring myself to care. Jack described the blocked kick runback by Markus Curry for a touchdown and the forced fumble by Ronald Fields that followed it. I slunk down as far as my seat would permit. Read More »

« Back to Grin, Part 1

The game continued, but where on any other day it would've consumed every ounce of my attention, today it felt like a quiet hum barely noticeable over the constant, dull ache within my chest. It drew my attention, begging me to do something to make it cease. Read More »

As you all may have noticed, I've been gone for awhile. Well, not gone, per se, but really lazy. I could tell you I've been working on some things, but frankly, except for a couple of finals that weren't that hard and some moving that took a couple of days, I've really got no excuses at all. That being said, I did write one thing this quarter. Read More »