Dec 27, 2025
a boot is a kind of sex toy if you think about it
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a boot is a kind of sex toy if you think about it
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"Buy land - they've stopped making it." ― Mark Twain
Today is a trumpet to set the hounds baying. The past is a fox the hunters are flaying. Nothing unspoken goes without saying. Love’s a casino where lovers risk playing. The future’s a marker our hearts are prepaying.
The future’s a promise there’s no guaranteeing. Today is a fire the field mice are fleeing. Love is a marriage of feeling and being. The past is a mirror for wishful sightseeing. Nothing goes missing without absenteeing.
Nothing gets cloven except by dividing. The future is chosen by atoms colliding. The past’s an elision forever eliding. Today is a fog bank in which I am hiding. Love is a burn forever debriding.
Love’s an ascent forever plateauing. Nothing is granted except by bestowing. Today is an anthem the cuckoos are crowing. The future’s a convolute river onflowing. The past is a lawn the neighbor is mowing.
The past is an answer not worth pursuing, Nothing gets done except by the doing. The future’s a climax forever ensuing. Love is only won by wooing. Today is a truce between reaping and rueing.
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Pentatina for Five Vowels
Campbell McGrath  (B.1962)
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Graphic - Rufino del Carmen Arellanes Tamayo  1899–1991
Important baying
i need someone to fuck the shame out of me. make me ask with increasing specificity for each and every little thing, even when i try to play coy and skirt around the dirty subject. make me say it out loud and confront it. please, i want to kiss you. please, let me put my mouth on your dick. please, i need your fingers in me. make me admit every hungry, desperate thing that’s on my mind. pin me down and deny me until i man the fuck up and say what it is i want. use that saintlike patience against me. hold me there, squirming and sniffling and teary-eyed until i just fucking admit it. make me keep admitting it over and over. i like it. i like it. i like it.
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dad who’s had an exhausting day. for whatever reason, shit’s just not going right. he’s pissed off and tired and just wants to go home and lay down. by the time he gets there, he’s at the end of his rope and just crashes on the couch. he’s out cold in minutes.
along comes son. he can see the lines of stress in dad’s face and is immediately itching to help him out, to ease some of that tension. so he nestles between dad’s legs and starts sucking on his soft dick. it takes a bit for dad to actually wake up and realize what’s going on.
“ah, shit, kiddo, don’t…” he mumbles and pushes on his son’s forehead, but the kid is persistent. and fuck, is he good at this. it’s not right, but his mouth is so warm and wet. son is making those little mouth-too-full sounds, stroking his inner thighs, and looking up at him so sweetly. dad couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. nobody could resist that kind of thing. so when he tugs him down and cums hard down his son’s throat, it’s not really his fault, is it?
boy with an absolutely hopeless crush on his dad. he’s never had feelings for anybody else, so he isn’t even aware of the difference. all he knows is that he loves his dad so, so much. dad’s friends are always talking about how his son is always hanging off of him, but dad just dismisses it, saying he’s always been a velcro kid. they’ve been so close for so long that dad doesn’t register how intimate their behavior is, either. his son doesn’t sit on his knee, he straddles him. whenever he kisses his son goodbye or goodnight, it’s always awfully close to his lips. so it doesn’t feel wrong at all when son slips a hand into dad’s tighty whities one night and asks so sweetly if he can play with it.