Understanding My Flesh

At the young tender age of 5 she introduced herself to me. The invitation was sent from hell, and it was sent to me as a comforter like Jesus was to Christians of the world. The demon was given instructions to comfort me like my mother.  This that dwells within me is destroying me from the inside out. I’m too familiar with want it wants to do with me and to me. I pray daily for peace within my spirit, but as I pray it causes me to thirst for what I see, and for the things I can’t see. Can you imagine that at the young age of 5 they walk with me, they talk with me, and even control me, as they move me to act out what I can’t prove to no man. The only ones who really know what I am and who I am despite the gifts have to know and have a clear understanding of this demon.  You see your spirit is like my spirit yet un-manifested. Each relationship I have had I make every attempt to introduce or explain my demons and my pain. On the surface I may appear as a typical oversexed middle age man who has been suffering for over 4 decades.  I am a prime example of an entity that cohabitates with the confines of the supernatural below this earth and above the ground. There is known and un-known knowledge of humans like me exist, or should I say not to many are open to share what dwells in the mind of a sexual being. If you are not in touch with your sexuality or know what dwells beneath your carnal surface, your will remain in the dark of understanding the external you, and the spiritual or demonic you. 

To know me is to understand me, to understand me is to know the various sides of my many dimensions of my intellect, my level of sex, and the forces I carry or I allow you to see as part of who I really am. If the mortals of this universe could spend the day viewing what I experience through my eyes, as I begin to secrete ecstasy from my loins and each one that I see in person, or in print causes my mind pause for me to breath deep as I imagine her naked and ready and have no clue that its about to go down. The skin tone from Brazilian to South African I want it all.  The thirst does not mean that the one who I have chosen to be the wife is lacking, but I want to include the wife and the spirit together.  The expectation, and the outcome, will never manifest but in my dreams they are all options because I control the outcome.

I ask my wife to pray for her husband. She is unaware and clueless how deep these demons summons her husband’s flesh daily. Explaining the forbidden union of spirit and flesh is truly inconceivable to those who can’t understand how strong the demonic forces are deep imbedded in her husband and friend.  To fully understand and accept it may never happen but yet it exists among our modern times.

The next time you look into the eyes of man like me, be aware and pay close attention to the spirit I could transfer to you if you desire to taste this from all who dwells in this carnal demonic host I call a man.

Be careful and cautious, I’m seeking to use you as a host to further my destruction.

She’s Married With No Husband "Un-Loved" by "He-Promised"

 

The preconceived thought that marriage should last forever is the desire of many men and women. When a woman meets a man instantly she knows if she wants a relationship that will one day lead to marriage. Then on the other hand you have some women their only desire is to have fun and have little to no expectation, or accountability to no one man. When a real woman finds a man whom she feels is her life mate, she will begin to develop a true friendship, which turns into a real love relationship, and eventually a life that women fantasize about having. 30 years ago her name was “Un-Loved” when she met this man who for 10 years was her boyfriend and became her husband. When “Un-Loved” met “He-Promised” she thought that this man would be a great husband and friend. Early in their relationship she was young and so very beautiful he was handsome but he had no idea how deep the love was that “Un-Loved” had for him.  You see when a woman of her caliber connects with a man like “He Promised” he should have known she was something special. Since the beginning of time men have always have taken love like “Un-Loved” for granted. “Un-Loved” was so beautiful she was breath taken, sweet, loving and very affectionate but she was young, and had only started learning just how beautiful she was and the power she had when it came to actually getting what she needed.  After 10 years of dating “Un-Loved and “He-Promised” got married. During the 10 year court ship “Un-Loved” had developed into a real woman with much more maturity.  Un-Loved mind, and her body had blossomed and “He-Promised” after 10 years of courtship, should have really step up to the plate when it came to fulfilling the needs of his very beautiful girlfriend turned wife.  Early on in the relationship he made many promises that only was in the beginning but over time he did not have what it took to satisfy “Un-Loved”.  “Un-Loved” at no time changed on her expressing her love for “He-Promised”.  For all the years of their courtship and marriage “Un-Loved” never changed.  Over the years “Un-Loved” became ill and suffered will arthritis.  After being diagnosed her focus was not only to understand and accept her diagnosis but as a wife she never forgot her role as “He-Promised” wife. At this point in her life “Un-Loved” as woman wanted comfort from her husband only got her needs met just for little while. She wanted to know that he would be there in her time of need. Early on in the beginning of her sickness he was there but as time went on, he pulled back. When a woman or a man gets sick the want to know that whom they are with will support them and love them despite them being sick. After that devastating news about having rheumatoid arthritis, and diabetes was another sickness that is share with by the doctors of this Jersey Beauty.  Overtime the diabetes eventually took one of “Un-Loved” legs above the knee. After experiencing a couple of medical issues “Un-Loved” had remembered that her husband had stop expressing his love before she lost her leg.  “He-Promised” had definitely fallen out of love with “Un-Loved” but she really did not pay it much attention, but it had happened.  After time when on “Un-Loved” had lost her second leg and that is when she noticed that her husband and friend of 30 years had her feeling like and “Un-Loved” wife but she did not want to believe it.  Things had gotten so bad that she had ask for he husband to leave only after 5 months to ask him to come back home.  After doing that “Un-Loved” should have never asked her husband to come back home, but she was missing him.  After “Un-Loved” ask her husband to come home for the second time, it was the worst thing she had ever done.  Hell “Un-Loved” could not take it and she moved to another state.  After she moved she was really missing her husband and was hoping he would move to the state she was in to show that he cared and he really wanted his wife and family.  He-Promised” would text, sometimes, and even drive several hours, only to act like he cared and wanted his wife.  “Un-Loved” would get tired with this because it was heavy on her heart.

“Un-Loved” wants love from her husband “He-Promised”. “He-Promised” to love her, honor her; cherish her, to sickness and in health.  “Un-Loved” continues to get stronger and is learning to empower herself with the love of God.

Love should never be given based on if you have all of your limbs, or become ill. A woman needs Love, Love and much understanding.

PTSD My Therapist and Me The Forbidden Fruit.

As I sit in the sand with the reflection of the moon guiding my thoughts to the tips of my fingers thinking of the pheromones and intimate moans of my desires to get deep inside of what I thirst for daily is driving me to a place of mental ejaculation. Just the very thought of how good and wet that angelic pussy can get just before my tongue hits the tip of her clit that I want to suck before put my stamen deep inside her wet walls, and the therapeutic mind fuck she gives me at each time I have my therapy sessions of visual pleasure, as I sit on couch in the office of my therapist watching her twitch from just me sharing how my thoughts and spiritual transformation of my metaphoric mental instability of what makes me explode without a touch. As Sanjee ask me of how my thoughts were since our last meeting, I just look, and inhale, and stared at the camel-toe of the imprint of her Indian Pussy of what she wants me to touch in those panties that are so fucking wet and tight. Her thoughts of the forbidden fruit she knows as a therapist she should not have or desire to touch. You see I know despite her treating me for my “PTSD” (Pussy Thoughts & Sexual Dysfunction). Sanjee knows as she is treating me and teaching me that my thoughts of her 6”1 inch frame wants me to bend her over, and drop and spit in her ass, as I put my index finger inside her wet pussy, for her and I to share a taste of what she is treating me for.  In the private meetings we have weekly she almost admits of inserting her long fingers in and out of her pussy as she thinks of me.  As she squirts from my treatments, her self gratifications secretes all over her inner thighs, and on the sheets and towels she has to put down as she attempts to take a break from this mental, therapeutic relationship from therapist to patient is truly a violation of Doctor Client Privilege. The privilege for Sanjee is being able to treat a client that is so into his awareness of how long he’s been genetically fucked up from what “PUSSY” has done to his mind and to his flesh that he can’t get full satisfaction of getting his thirst quenched. Quiet as it might be kept this relationship with Sanjee developed with her client because of his narrative description of his mental destruction triggered and stirred up a side of Sanjee that she thought she had suppressed for many years.  Sanjee was not only his therapist but she also to had the same dark secret he had, they both had it.  When Sanjee’s client started sharing his story she was able to relate to his thoughts and desires to get fulfillment just like her patient.  The very first time Sanjee met with her very unique client he got her so aroused that she became flush red with emotional satisfaction.  The very pitch of his voice and his choice of words made her so wet that when he left her office, she went into her private room and pulled out her 91/2 inches or pure pleasure, closed her eyes and thought about her patient fucking her so long and so hard she would call out his name in her native language.

After many sessions of therapy with her client, Sanjee shared her story with a colleague who she thought she could trust.  Over time she found out that she could trust no one but her wet pussy that it would squirt each time she had sexual thoughts about the painful past as well ass her client physical attraction, and how smooth his cock was, just before she sucked her own pussy juices off of his cock and before he went to ass to mouth with his dick.

The next time you go to see your therapist be very careful that your “PTSD” (Pussy Thoughts & Sexual Dysfunction) turn into a taste of forbidden fruit.

If you are wet or your dick is hard that means that Sanjee and her client and you all will sleep well tonight.

Unitl she meets with him next week, Sanjee plans and orgy she knows could possibly cause her to loose her license.

Angles, Sprits, & Human Desires

The very essence of each one that walks near me I desire.  The forbidden fruit of intimacy continue to plague the walls of my mind. The various colors of their skin and the pheromones of the sweetness, that sits just at the bottom of their panties that absorb what I desire to drink and to taste. The inner thighs remain moist from the secretions that never stop flowing. I smell them before they reach my visual and mental satisfaction of how deep my thirst goes. That sweet aroma can only be described as mind altering. Each one I meet or see each have their uniqueness about them. Yes the external has a lot to do with how far my imagination travels but in the end they are not the same despite what others may say. The power of the very structure of her existence is that of our creator, creating each and every one of them in his own divine image.  The creation of the woman and all of her beauty internal and external would have a long lasting affect to all of mankind earthly and heavenly.  The power, the beauty, would not only be desired by men on earth but also that of some of Gods Angels. The Bible speaks about that not only was God please with what he had created but he knew the trials and tribulations of his creations would cause a break down on earth, beginning in the garden Eden and in heaven.  You see our creator was so skilled that the Angels wanted to taste what I have been describing in the beginning of this story. The only way the Angels could taste and feel what God created was in become human.  The only way to do that is to give up their heavenly abilities. Yes no more spiritual talents, no power of any sort that God had given them.  Now you know that if and Angel from heaven desires to be with the women on earth and to lose it all is some really powerful stuff. In the end God got mad at them just like he is mad at us that we are already hear on this forsaken earth that is truly a place of destruction.

Until his return the water falls that secrete from the lower parts of women will continue to give birth, and be used to control the masses of what we know as being normal.

I must go know the wind just blew by the windows of my mind another peace of forbidden fruit that I want to understand why my thirst is never satisfied. I was aware this since I was a young boy. Many have one, some have many I only have one.

Oh! Wait can you smell that, oh yes another sweet pheromone coming this way.

Shadows Of My Mind

The shadows on the walls of his mind remain dark for the unknown. The unknown is the love, attention he once had yet he took for granted it turned into rejection. The journey down a road of loneliness was caused by an impoverished lifestyle he had no control over but he had to accept. The shadows of the past remain just below the surface of his thoughts never really allowing the outside world to penetrate his deepest thoughts and emotions. He used his charisma and his charm to over compensate for him lacking the validation he long for from his mother who had no clue how deep the pain ran down into his soul. His longing to connect with a false sense of what he thought was love help further fuel his pain of addiction. His addictions and the demons of carnality he understood at an early age but had no outlet but to make every attempt to quench the thirst by feeding off of the pheromones he could smell in the wind in his sleep. The very essence of his desires as a child he knew was not normal. The spirit he first identified at a young age when he first felt alive and had to feed like a vampire on the hunt for his first feeding.  The feeding he had to get from his first victim needed to be fulfilled. After getting a taste of inevitability that spirit was full grown but it had to cohabitate with his child like ways until the time was right. You know a spirit can only dwell in a host that is willing to allow it to stay until maturity. You see he his ability to inhale that SWEETEST PHEROMONE known to mankind is his life mission.

I must go now the shadow on the walls of my mind is thirsty and wants to quench his thirst and he’s seeking another level to this spirit that wants to explode. You see to get relief from your pain you have to identify the issue before you attempt to get help.

What does your shadow say to your mind and are you acting out?