SamaelMostunclean's blog: "good enough"

I have been arguing with myself over what to do with this blog. It has been a toss up between the notions of making it a short insightful blub litter bin or actually using for some 'higher purpose'. I am thinking currently... that after this post, I will make it a place to start exploring my perversions in a litarary sence. Not every one has the particular calling to the pursuit of fine filth that I do and I should show the rest of the world some love and spread the joy. Who knows eventually someone other than me may even read it? If not, I always can take refuge in the knowledge that I have managed to chronicle my fantasies & poon-quests for posterity.

*grins Things are looking kinda up. A weekend of peace. I got to spend a night with my Angel, and the weekend with Red. I can't even explain the glory of 'ruttin sinful'. I went to visit and worked on her 'til the backs of my hands sweat -didn't even know that was possible. I have embraced the whole 'man-whore/ back door man' thing to the point where I feel the change of it bone deep. All I can say about the feel of it is... "It goood."

So I'm inside this WHITE HAWT red-head tonight, a sexy little Italian number, undressed in the Gaulish cream of the northern parts of her ancestory: and who do I hear? Sarah McLaughlin. What song do I hear? Good Enough. Who do I think of? The one that got away? The one that I got? The one that I got rid of? The red-head writhing beneath me? NO. The one that I can't touch. The one that keeps me sane. The one tied to the shit-stain that is warmin the bed I should be makin love sober in instead of ruttin' half drunkenly here in. Thank you Sarah McLaughlin, you are an inspiration to pissed off cock-blocked frustrated black men everywhere.