ROAR!
Sometimes. Maybe even most times; I like to Roar because it is fun and it makes me happy.
But other times I Roar because I know you aren’t expecting it and I like to startle you. And I like the pretend annoyed look you give me even though we both know you love when I do it (even when you don’t).
Cause there is plenty of times I’ve Roared just because I know it turns you on. Or because you were expecting me to Roar. Or I knew you just wanted to hear me Roar.
I Roar so that you feel safe.
I Roar when I look around at all that is mine and I am happy.
I Roar cause I love you.
I Roar so no one in particular knows that you are mine.
I Roar when I am bored to wake the world out of its tranquility.
I Roar very rarely, if ever, when angry. So if I ever do my Roar is to say ‘This is final.’
I Roar at inappropriate times because I like to see the expression of disbelief you make.
I Roar where other women can see me with you.
I Roar to impress because it makes me feel proud.
I Roar to let out a little of the beast trapped in the man.
So far I have been enjoying Kentucky! A texted me earlier this week just to see what i was doing at the moment and I answered truthfully; sitting on a rocking chair on the porch of our house in the woods, smoking dank, while the hounds played in the yard. Hot wife who loves me. I need to relearn how to enjoy life and the moment.
Remember this moose?
Here she is at the end of the summer all grown up:
Country life:
Supplements. I make me laugh.
Last night. The Knob Creek Machine Gun Shoot. Damn it is good to be American
Remember this moose?
Here she is at the end of the summer all grown up:
Country life:
Supplements. I make me laugh.
Last night. The Knob Creek Machine Gun Shoot. Damn it is good to be American
Ravage. Romance. Princess & Plaything.
Lets see where this goes…
What is this desire in women where they want to be used? Where they want to be fucked like a plaything? Why the more you use them for your pleasure, the more pleasure they get out of it?
But first assume the connection is pure and true. Or else none of the above works.
SG is a female dominated community that demands men be on good behavior. By keeping my mouth shut, throwing out a witty or charming comment every now and then, and by being polite, I have managed to stay among the SG community and invited into some of your lives. And by being allowed to stay you can learn so much about women.
I have learned so much from all of you, as women, maybe I can share what I am thinking. And you can learn a little insight about men. Or not.
It is unsettling how hard or rough or with how much force you like it. I would feel much more comfortable if you wanted less. I know that by you allowing me inside you, I have the responsibility of giving you the experience you desire. I have to stay connected so I can tell which thrusts and which movements you are enjoying, when, how much, how hard, fast, slow… your body is constantly give me feedback and I adjust my actions accordingly to match your needs.
I often plan several moves ahead. When she moans loud again I’m going to flip her on her stomach. After she cums, throw her leg over my shoulder, shrug head downwards and underneath, press with chest and roll her over. Pull hair. Fingers in mouth. Go fast then right when she is peaking. Stop. And kiss her gently and romantically. Intentionally cause her head to spin and emotions to go all over the place.
I love it. Just writing about it makes my blood feel electric. But wow; it is tiring. I cant tell you how many nights I have looked my wife in the eyes and asked her, ‘Just nice sex tonight?’ Even that only lets me off the hook for the rough stuff and hopefully the more energetic needs. The rest remains pertinent.
Maybe I just want you to appreciate how much effort I put into making your head spin and your vagina squirt ? What seems like an overwhelming spontaneous act of passion required thought and planning. Where the pillow is. How you land. Making sure I don’t hurt you. Always having our bodies touching somehow.
But really I want to admit to the dozen or so women who will read this – I am uncomfortable doing most of these things to you. Sure I get caught up in the moment with you. Encouraged by the sounds you make. But when it is over and you are all cooing and cuddly, I am pretending to not show my utter amazement for what we just did and what you enjoy.
Head arched back, pulling your hair, digging my elbow into your back, fucking you literally as hard as I can… jesus christ baby?! Really?! I don’t want to do this. Alright, maybe I do, but it gets tiring too. But I can’t stop because you are always close to an orgasm, or riding the wave of an orgasm or in the middle of a multiple orgasm.. you have no idea how bad I want to stop. It stopped being fun two orgasms ago but you are still going.
So all of those times I stopped to get water… I was using it as an excuse. I needed a break. This admission wasn’t about my lack of physical fitness though. It is about my amazement with the depravity of the female sexual spirit. It is bewildering and overwhelming to me. I am not leading you anywhere. I am letting myself be receptive to where you want to be lead. And it still amazes me. You girls are incredible. I’m just pretending like it is no big deal, or normal, or happens all the time. You girls are freaks! Give a girl the freedom to be uninhibited and all you can do is hang on for the ride. Women are incredibly more sexual and daring and pervie then I ever want to be. I’m just making it ok.
There is your secret girls… most guys don’t want to be rough with you or fuck you like that. You make them do it.
Summer is coming to an end up here and winter is ready to start any day. I head down to the lower 48 next week with reservation and readiness. I am not optimistic about what Kentucky will bring but I am ready to be with my wife and the crazy puppies again. I'll miss 'A' from up here but the intensity of the chemistry between us is almost too much and definitely on borrowed time.
I am so not ready for the next step. Wow my life use to be simpler. I just dont understand society and civilization.
So how is it I have more women in my life then I have time for but still end up sleeping alone or being lonely? 
Where is the fairness in that?
I'm headed to Fairbanks tomorrow. The weather is suppose to be gorgeous so it will be a beautiful drive and with any luck an eventful weekend in the woods. My summer in Alaska is coming to a close. Moving to KY on Oct 1st.
I am excited to be with my wife and the hounds again but hesitant about what KY will bring.
I have recently started getting into psytrance. Mainly because of how incredible it sounds after I smoke. Really incredible. Yes. I know - I'm behind the times. Because when you were all discovering this stuff I was an angry little Straight Edge kid. I'm playing catch up now.
ALASKA:
The Bloodhounds a couple months ago. I guess they are way bigger now and doing great!
Where is the fairness in that?I'm headed to Fairbanks tomorrow. The weather is suppose to be gorgeous so it will be a beautiful drive and with any luck an eventful weekend in the woods. My summer in Alaska is coming to a close. Moving to KY on Oct 1st.
I am excited to be with my wife and the hounds again but hesitant about what KY will bring.
I have recently started getting into psytrance. Mainly because of how incredible it sounds after I smoke. Really incredible. Yes. I know - I'm behind the times. Because when you were all discovering this stuff I was an angry little Straight Edge kid. I'm playing catch up now.
ALASKA:
The Bloodhounds a couple months ago. I guess they are way bigger now and doing great!
Brock Lesnar has a giant perfect 12 inch long dick with the girth of a coke can.
And he fucks like a seventies porn star. Like long before Viagra or testosterone patches, He simply wills his ginormous penis to marbled hardness filling it with 2 gallons of blood. And he controls his penis. He tells it when to let loose with his quart of pure whey man protein that is suspected to act as a moisturizer that prevents aging in women. And after he kicks the sexually satisfied and blissfully broken model bombshell out of his bed so that next one can join him, just like that, he wills that gigantic dick back to erection, ready to go again, and again and again.
This is my theory.
Because it is not enough that he is this massive monster of a man towering at 6’3” and weighing in at 300lbs. There are plenty of other tall men that weight this much. But not Brock. He is 300 lbs of PURE MUSCLE. Not an oz of fat on his body anywhere.
He also has athletic discipline and high work ethics. He trains hard. He pushes himself and challenges himself because simply being a massively huge tall good looking white male without an ounce of fat is not enough. No. He has to be even better.
So after making a million million dollars as a famous pro wrestler he decides he will walk off the street and into the octagon with the very toughest men in the world. And he destroys all of them.
Lets recap. He owns hundreds of acres of farmland in northern Minnesota where he built his dream mansion. He has made millions before the age 30 and never has to work again. He is tall, muscular and good looking. Women’s thighs moisten at the sight of him. He has had sex with hundreds of beautiful women. He beats up the toughest men in the world as a way to stay motivated and fit. And of course; he has a 12 inch cock.
Do you guys remember the giant Tsunami that happened a couple years back. That was the universe. The yin and the yang so to speak. 100,000 tiny Indonesian people had to die for one Brock Lesnar.
Man I hate that guy.
And he fucks like a seventies porn star. Like long before Viagra or testosterone patches, He simply wills his ginormous penis to marbled hardness filling it with 2 gallons of blood. And he controls his penis. He tells it when to let loose with his quart of pure whey man protein that is suspected to act as a moisturizer that prevents aging in women. And after he kicks the sexually satisfied and blissfully broken model bombshell out of his bed so that next one can join him, just like that, he wills that gigantic dick back to erection, ready to go again, and again and again.
This is my theory.
Because it is not enough that he is this massive monster of a man towering at 6’3” and weighing in at 300lbs. There are plenty of other tall men that weight this much. But not Brock. He is 300 lbs of PURE MUSCLE. Not an oz of fat on his body anywhere.
He also has athletic discipline and high work ethics. He trains hard. He pushes himself and challenges himself because simply being a massively huge tall good looking white male without an ounce of fat is not enough. No. He has to be even better.
So after making a million million dollars as a famous pro wrestler he decides he will walk off the street and into the octagon with the very toughest men in the world. And he destroys all of them.
Lets recap. He owns hundreds of acres of farmland in northern Minnesota where he built his dream mansion. He has made millions before the age 30 and never has to work again. He is tall, muscular and good looking. Women’s thighs moisten at the sight of him. He has had sex with hundreds of beautiful women. He beats up the toughest men in the world as a way to stay motivated and fit. And of course; he has a 12 inch cock.
Do you guys remember the giant Tsunami that happened a couple years back. That was the universe. The yin and the yang so to speak. 100,000 tiny Indonesian people had to die for one Brock Lesnar.
Man I hate that guy.
The Perfect Girl
Laying next to me on the floor you pay me no attention because your guild is on yet another raid.
Every Wednesday instead of cooking me dinner you are purchasing your pull list from the comic book shop.
Right in front of me you flirt with the gamestop geeks because you know it is the only female attention they ever get.
You are the local princess of nerdom. Geeks, gamers and fan boys all have a crush on you.
You laugh at me as I roll a 7 because you wouldn’t lend me your crystal d20.
You don’t talk to me for hours as we lay in the dark and listen to music.
You pull out your vibrator because I cant meet your sexual needs.
You tell me the same story, again, because the pot always makes you adorable and forgetful.
Girls ignore me to flirt with you.
You cuss at me and yell at the monitor because some newb just pwnd you.
You bruise me as you wrestle to try and get on top.
You complain about being chilly but you wear only your underwear as soon as you get home.
Your addiction to Hentai porn frightens me.
All of your heroes are fictional characters.
You cry in the movies when the monster is killed.
We have to go back because you forgot your knife.
You get mad at customer service because the ping rate came back less then what you ordered.
You leave the sink a mess every time you dye your hair another crazy color.
You steal the tv remote batteries to operate your ‘toys’.
You tell me you wish I had a body like Urijah Faber.
You let your hand drift to my belt buckle while asking me to buy you another useless collectible.
I wake up alone to find you chatting on the internet.
I have to hurry or I’ll miss the costume parade at comicon.
You cheat and kill my respawns every time I get up and go to the bathroom.
You are unimpressed when I am excited about reaching level 40.
I ask you if my other girlfriend can move in with us and you actually consider it.
You ask me why we don’t have anal more often.
You think it is cute when I refer to you as my dirty little whore.
You think it is hot that I am an asshole.
More people know you by your gamertag then your real name.
You trust me when I say ‘here take this’.
You plan your outfits around me taking them off of you.
Your friends know way too much about our sex life.
Your idea of planning is a zombie escape route.
Laying next to me on the floor you pay me no attention because your guild is on yet another raid.
Every Wednesday instead of cooking me dinner you are purchasing your pull list from the comic book shop.
Right in front of me you flirt with the gamestop geeks because you know it is the only female attention they ever get.
You are the local princess of nerdom. Geeks, gamers and fan boys all have a crush on you.
You laugh at me as I roll a 7 because you wouldn’t lend me your crystal d20.
You don’t talk to me for hours as we lay in the dark and listen to music.
You pull out your vibrator because I cant meet your sexual needs.
You tell me the same story, again, because the pot always makes you adorable and forgetful.
Girls ignore me to flirt with you.
You cuss at me and yell at the monitor because some newb just pwnd you.
You bruise me as you wrestle to try and get on top.
You complain about being chilly but you wear only your underwear as soon as you get home.
Your addiction to Hentai porn frightens me.
All of your heroes are fictional characters.
You cry in the movies when the monster is killed.
We have to go back because you forgot your knife.
You get mad at customer service because the ping rate came back less then what you ordered.
You leave the sink a mess every time you dye your hair another crazy color.
You steal the tv remote batteries to operate your ‘toys’.
You tell me you wish I had a body like Urijah Faber.
You let your hand drift to my belt buckle while asking me to buy you another useless collectible.
I wake up alone to find you chatting on the internet.
I have to hurry or I’ll miss the costume parade at comicon.
You cheat and kill my respawns every time I get up and go to the bathroom.
You are unimpressed when I am excited about reaching level 40.
I ask you if my other girlfriend can move in with us and you actually consider it.
You ask me why we don’t have anal more often.
You think it is cute when I refer to you as my dirty little whore.
You think it is hot that I am an asshole.
More people know you by your gamertag then your real name.
You trust me when I say ‘here take this’.
You plan your outfits around me taking them off of you.
Your friends know way too much about our sex life.
Your idea of planning is a zombie escape route.
I have never smoked pot outside before. Today I packed the Iolite with some premium CA medical grade and went for a hike on this absolutely beautiful Alaska day. Sitting on the side of a mountain, overlooking all of Anchorage on a sunny cloudless sky, I vaped outside.
It was amazing. I couldn’t have a more beautiful setting in the whole world. And laying back against the tundra, looking at the awe inspiring beauty that is my home, I just melted in the mountain side as the thc washed through me. It was so relaxing and wonderful. My mind contemplated nature and love and inevitably fond memories of Monday night.
Another story in itself. Imagine the most beautiful and sexual girl you know. A log cabin in the Alaska mountains. Night time. Wild flowers. A loft. Red wine and marijuana. Music. Connection. Chemistry. Yup; that was my yesterday. Only a lot hotter and dirtier
Then back on the mountain, after an unknown and uncaring amount of time laying in the sun, when the munchies hit I picked wild blueberries to eat.
So this is what life is suppose to be about.
I have to admit I had kind of forgotten recently.
It was amazing. I couldn’t have a more beautiful setting in the whole world. And laying back against the tundra, looking at the awe inspiring beauty that is my home, I just melted in the mountain side as the thc washed through me. It was so relaxing and wonderful. My mind contemplated nature and love and inevitably fond memories of Monday night.
Another story in itself. Imagine the most beautiful and sexual girl you know. A log cabin in the Alaska mountains. Night time. Wild flowers. A loft. Red wine and marijuana. Music. Connection. Chemistry. Yup; that was my yesterday. Only a lot hotter and dirtier
Then back on the mountain, after an unknown and uncaring amount of time laying in the sun, when the munchies hit I picked wild blueberries to eat.
So this is what life is suppose to be about.
I have to admit I had kind of forgotten recently.