May 16, 2015

Pegging Slut

I love strapping on my huge strap on and using your sissy mouth to lubricate it and get it ready to peg your little sissy pussy.  I love to lay you on your back and shove your dress around your waist and spread your dirty legs apart.    I know you want me to tickle your pink  sissypussy with the tip of my cock, while you lay back and moan. Such a good little pegging slut Candy 888*430*2010
October 18, 2010

A Boy Named Sue

Well, my daddy left home when I was three, and he didn’t leave much to Ma and me, just this old guitar and a bottle of booze. Now I don’t blame him because he run and hid, but the meanest thing that he ever did was before he left he went and named me Sue. Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke, and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks, it seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I’d get red and some guy would laugh and I’d bust his head, I tell you, life ain’t easy for a boy named Sue. Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean. My fist got hard and my wits got keen. Roamed from town to town to hide my shame, but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars, I’d search the honky tonks and bars and kill that man that gave me that awful name. But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had just hit town and my throat was dry. I’d thought i’d stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon in a street of mud and at a table dealing stud sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue. Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad from a worn-out picture that my mother had and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old and I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said, “My name is Sue. How do you do? Now you’re gonna die.” Yeah, that’s what I told him. Well, I hit him right between the eyes and he went down but to my surprise he came up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth. And we crashed through the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. I tell you I’ve fought tougher men but I really can’t remember when. He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile. I heard him laughin’ and then I heard him cussin’, he went for his gun and I pulled mine first. He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile. And he said, “Son, this world is rough and if a man’s gonna make it, he’s gotta be tough and I knew I wouldn’t be there to help you along. So I gave you that name and I said ‘Goodbye’. I knew you’d have to get tough or die. And it’s that name that helped to make you strong.” Yeah, he said, “Now you have just fought one helluva fight, and I know you hate me and you’ve got the right to kill me now and I wouldn’t blame you if you do. But you ought to thank me before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit in your eye because I’m the nut that named you Sue.” Yeah, what could I do? What could I do? I got all choked up and I threw down my gun, called him pa and he called me a son, and I came away with a different point of view and I think about him now and then. Every time I tried, every time I win and if I ever have a son I think I am gonna name him Bill […]
August 31, 2010

My Dream (A Vision Of Peace)

Where the mountains touch the sky Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly A secret place above the crowd Just beneath a silver-lined cloud. Lift your eyes to a snowy peak And see the soon-to-be we seek Whisper DREAMS and let them rise To the mountains old and wise. Climbers climb, it’s time to try Where the mountains touch the sky Take me there. Oh take me now… Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow! Where the ocean meets the sky Where dolphin dance and seagulls fly A place in DREAMS, I know so well The sea inside a single shell. Far across the living sea A pale blue possibility Beyond the castles made of sand Tomorrow in a small child’s hand. Only DREAMERS need apply Where the ocean meets the sky Take me there. Oh take me now… Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. A common ground for one and all Behind the crystal waterfall Where Peace flows like a mighty stream Like Dr. King I have a DREAM. Imagine such a goal in sight For red and yellow, black and white New Delhi, Peking, Kenya, Rome Earth is the place that we call home. Baghdad, Bangkok, Tel Aviv One race HUMAN, we still believe It matters what we say and do This DREAM is ME, this DREAM is YOU! When walls of hate have fallen fast When prejudice has long since passed When last is first and first is last Come DREAM with me Where the forest reach the sky Wake up and DREAM and don’t be shy. No thorns of war, a perfect rose This is where Gandhi’s DREAM grows Whisper now; let the DREAM begin It’s time to trust the truth within. This is where we seek and find A gift in being colorblind DREAM on DREAMERS, hopes are high Where the forest reach the sky. Take me there. Oh take me now Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. Now, listen close, the future calls… Build your bridges and tear down walls! For time has taught and so it seems Realities are born of DREAMS! Blessed are the peacemakers… Silvie
June 28, 2010

Buttercups and Daisies

Buttercups and daisies- Oh the pretty flowers, Coming ere the springtime To tell of sunny hours. While the trees are leafless, While the fields are bare, Buttercups and daisies Spring up here and there. Ere the snowdrop peepeth, Ere the croscus bold, Ere the early primrose Opes its paly gold, Somewhere on a sunny bank Buttercups are bright; Somewhere ‘mong the frozen grass Peeps the daisy white. Little hardy flowers Like to children poor, Playing in their sturdy health By their mother’s door: Purple with the north wind, Yet alert and bold; Fearing not and caring not, Though they be a-cold. What to them is weather! What are stormy showers! Buttercups and daisies Are these human flowers! He who gave them hardship And a life of care, Gave them likewise hardy strength, And patient hearts, to bear. Welcome yellow buttercups, Welcome daisies white, Ye are in my spirit Visioned, a delight! Coming ere the springtime Of sunny hours to tell- Speaking to our hearts of Him Who doeth all things well.
February 19, 2010

Sweetpee

I love this picture! The freedom to urinate right in public! The feel of the rushing stream of my piss emptying my full bladder, the sweet aroma, the sound of it as it splatters against the ground! Would you like to hear me as I pee? Have the scent of my sweet golden nectar all over you! I love water sports and really love the sound of you drinking my urine as I stand over you and let it flow! Sara 1 888 430 2010