Do you love to play Super Mario Brothers on the Classic Nintendo System? Do you like to get tagged from behind while you do it? This is the post for you then.
You must know your way around the game before we meet, must be open to anal sex, also able to fake an orgasm is a plus.
I will send you the address to a hotel and a room number. When you arrive the door will be open. Please come in close and lock the door and close the shades if they are still open. I will be in the bathroom and the door will be closed. Turn on the TV and the Nintendo. Remove all of your clothing. Turn off all lights in the room and kneel down on the bed so you are directly in the light of the TV. You need to be facing the TV with your butt in the air pointed toward the pillows on the bed.
Press the start button on the controller when you are ready. I will hear the sound and turn the light off in the bathroom and come out. You will not look directly at me, only look at the TV. When the first level starts I will begin to finger you and lick you. I will be using lots of lube as well.
When you reach the end of level one, make sure to trigger the fireworks. This is vital to the entire experience. I must hear the fireworks. When level 2 begins and Mario walks into the pipe, I will penetrate you. You may say things like, "MORE", "HARDER", "YES", "FUCK ME", but nothing else. I will continue having sex until the level ends. DO NOT take the secret level skip. If you die I will pull out and spank you until the level restarts.
When you reach the flag you must again trigger the fireworks, and also orgasm. I will pull out. When the 1-3 starts I will penetrate your ass. You are allowed to say something like "OH GOD", "YES", OR "IT HURTS" no other conversation is allowed.
When level 1-4 starts I will alternate between holes as I see fit. You may beg me to cum inside or outside of you, depending on what you want. When boss falls and you reach the princess I will pull out and blow my load where you have convinced me I want too. You may then say something like "Thanks", "It was great", "I loved it", "Don't stop"
If I am impressed you may continue playing and I will continue to pleasure you. If I am not, I will turn the Nintendo Off and return to the bathroom. At this time you may clean your self with the towel that is beside the bed. Turn the lights on, redress yourself and leave.
I may come back out and talk to you as you dress but the conversation will most likely be short and revolve around scheduling another time to get together.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Labor Day
I'm really excited about this weekend, not because of the actual holiday, but because its another excuse to party. It's like almost every other holiday out there for me, I couldn't give a shit less about them. Most of them are all Hallmark marketing ploys or somehow reinforced by our culture/government to drive our economy. The only Holidays that I really celebrate are Birthdays, Halloween, Solstices and New Year's Eve, that's about it. Even those, except for Birthdays aren't anything major to me.
I would almost feel guilty for celebrating this holiday anyway when I don't even have a job right now. Maybe it could be for all those years working at High Five when I had to work over-time, weekends and Holidays without getting paid anything extra.
*Shrug*
More on this prior to the next Holiday I'm sure.
I would almost feel guilty for celebrating this holiday anyway when I don't even have a job right now. Maybe it could be for all those years working at High Five when I had to work over-time, weekends and Holidays without getting paid anything extra.
*Shrug*
More on this prior to the next Holiday I'm sure.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Out Of My Element
It has been almost two years since I moved "back East" and although I've been traveling from multiple areas of Southern California to Philadelphia at least once a year since I was born, I still don't think I will ever be able to really settle in. I'm sure most of this can be attributed to the fact that I'm living in a very rural area of Delaware that I never in my wildest dreams would have thought to call home but there are still other things weighing on my mind.
Ever since I was a little kid I remember being so proud that I had family in some distant land far, far a way. Whether it was Philly or even Italy, I really had a feeling of greater worth and pride. Any time I would hear something about Philadelphia or see the Phillies playing a game on TV, I would always get excited but it seems that has been fading ever since I started High School. No one cared where your family was from and it didn't matter. All that was there, was survival and trying to fit in somehow or at least just blend in so it became less and less important to me. Once I started living on my own in San Diego and having so many great times while doing so, it really put me in a niche I was happy with and the connection I once felt to the East Coast was gone.
I have only just recently realized my true happiness in San Diego when moving to and living in Delaware. I lived in Los Angeles for almost 3 years and that never even crossed my mind that I was truely happier in another place. Sure, I missed San Diego and the friends I had there but there wasn't really too much of a geographical or social difference to really seperate them. They had relatively all the same comforts that I enjoyed but it wasn't until after I moved out of LA that I could really see all the horrors it had to offer me in comparison to my hometown.
When I joined a band from Philadelphia and had to travel there for practices multiple times every month, I was able to escape the rural farm lands of solitude and stopped thinking so much about what I was missing by choosing to live there. Also, now that I have been spending so much time with my girlfriend, Heather, that lives there, the feeling of love and pride I once had for the City is returning even more, but only in small portions. Almost everyday I see something about San Diego and what little bit of pride I was starting to build is pulled back over to my hometown and swallowed whole.
The East Coast has many things that have disillusioned me and I still have the general feeling that I'm somehow missing out on what my life should be by not continuing it in San Diego whether it be the food, music scene or the people, but with talks of the future and plans there of, where my significant other and I would be living together in the City, I can sense both fear and excitement with being back in and out of my element.
Ever since I was a little kid I remember being so proud that I had family in some distant land far, far a way. Whether it was Philly or even Italy, I really had a feeling of greater worth and pride. Any time I would hear something about Philadelphia or see the Phillies playing a game on TV, I would always get excited but it seems that has been fading ever since I started High School. No one cared where your family was from and it didn't matter. All that was there, was survival and trying to fit in somehow or at least just blend in so it became less and less important to me. Once I started living on my own in San Diego and having so many great times while doing so, it really put me in a niche I was happy with and the connection I once felt to the East Coast was gone.
I have only just recently realized my true happiness in San Diego when moving to and living in Delaware. I lived in Los Angeles for almost 3 years and that never even crossed my mind that I was truely happier in another place. Sure, I missed San Diego and the friends I had there but there wasn't really too much of a geographical or social difference to really seperate them. They had relatively all the same comforts that I enjoyed but it wasn't until after I moved out of LA that I could really see all the horrors it had to offer me in comparison to my hometown.
When I joined a band from Philadelphia and had to travel there for practices multiple times every month, I was able to escape the rural farm lands of solitude and stopped thinking so much about what I was missing by choosing to live there. Also, now that I have been spending so much time with my girlfriend, Heather, that lives there, the feeling of love and pride I once had for the City is returning even more, but only in small portions. Almost everyday I see something about San Diego and what little bit of pride I was starting to build is pulled back over to my hometown and swallowed whole.
The East Coast has many things that have disillusioned me and I still have the general feeling that I'm somehow missing out on what my life should be by not continuing it in San Diego whether it be the food, music scene or the people, but with talks of the future and plans there of, where my significant other and I would be living together in the City, I can sense both fear and excitement with being back in and out of my element.
Loss For Words
It's been a long time since I have written anything besides lyrics to songs and I decided I'm going to change that. My girlfriend helped push me into this direction when she suggested that I create a G-Mail account so we could chat online while she was at work, amoung other things, and I found out there's a cool little blog site in which it coincides. I think the last time I was doing anything like this was when I was living alone in Los Angeles writting in my LJ...
Live Journal? What's that?
http://www.livejournal.com/~jadejunkie
Wow, that really brings me back and some of the stuff I wrote about is almost embarrassing. Why am I starting to do this again? Oh, right, I remember now. Boredom. Anyway, stay tuned for random thoughts and feelings throughout the following days to come.
Live Journal? What's that?
http://www.livejournal.com/~jadejunkie
Wow, that really brings me back and some of the stuff I wrote about is almost embarrassing. Why am I starting to do this again? Oh, right, I remember now. Boredom. Anyway, stay tuned for random thoughts and feelings throughout the following days to come.
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