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Part 5

I sipped the charred oak nectar and pulled my second cigarette zoning away to the jazzy neo soul oozing through my speakers supplying ambient bass to my chest already warm from premium brandy. Mentally, I drifted back and forth contemplating the open arrangement transpiring behind the living room wall that concealed my quarters. There is no opiate that can reproduce the dream like nirvana that I was engulfed in, battling denial about this being a current reality. Displaced human moans faintly seeped through the melody interrupting my peace and drawing my attention to the midnight episode.

Standing,  I cut the volume to my stereo and let the vocal symphony of sex take over the night as I listened to two women moaning in unison that made my dick bulge and harden to its max. Instinctively, I reached down into my jeans squeezed and stroked my dick to the tip feeling semen leaking from my slit motivating me to walk for the hallway towards my room door.  The slowness of my pace contradicted my frantic heart rate rapidly pumping blood through my veins. I clutched the doorknob in a paranoia weighing the possibility of being locked out from playtime. With a relief the latch popped allowing me entrance into Pandora’s Box. I crept into the darkness slowly until I was surrounded by the erogenous moans of the couple fucking a few feet away.  Moonlight poured through a window dimly illuminating the naked figures lying on the bed. The room’s air was steamy and infused with the raunchy aroma of pussy. I squinted my eyes to distinguish the silhouettes forming a girl lying missionary on her back, head relaxed on a pillow, and the other positioned lower on the mattress stomach down submissively burying her face into the center of spread thighs. Just the mere visual was polarizing ruining any chance of my redemption forever.

Due to the grayish spectrum of light playing tricks on my intoxication I could not differentiate my Mia from her guest so I collapsed on to the bed (now completely butt naked) crawling across a distance that could be measured in inches but felt like yards to me. My hand reached the unidentified submissives’ heel first, then ankle, glided up pass her soft thigh, and caressed an ass cheek. The freaks ass raised into the air immediately and my face fell into her crack before rushing down into wetness to taste tanginess plunging my tongue as deep as it could extend into her birth canal drinking in cum and pussy juice.  My mouth was lapping in this bitch’s fluids like a damn dog but it did not break her attention away from the service she performed on her new friend. I multi-tasked while eating out my first vixen rubbing on the others spread eagle legs and then her squirming body to grasp her breasts firmly pinching at her nipples making her back bow upwards as she let out airy sounds and then trembled wildly from cumming

As a trio we shifted in sync with the “sub” flipping upside down to propose a 69 officially leaving me to spectate again watching their heads pivot and shake licking at each other’s pussies. Their hips were gyrating franticly grinding their faces in ass. It was incredible to hear them both yelling for each other but saying the exact same name….”Mia.” I could not wait on the sidelines any longer and I opted to reenter the game prying the two apart to focus attention on the spread eagle girl this time forcing her onto all fours but also capturing a good enough view to make out visible characteristics such as her caramel shade. Her body foreign and slim in my embrace, ”Mia, arch your back”  I commanded and she surrendered resting her head on folded arms with her butt presented perfectly in the air swaying from side to side. I steadied the playful little ho and proceeded to rub the head of my dick on her vulva and worked it in slightly until I felt the resistance ease and I thrust forward.

My girl relaxed beside me watching with a smirk as I made the other Mia’s body tense and contort forcing loud grunts and groans as if she was an overacting porn star. “I must be the biggest and thickest she’s had” I thought to myself fucking her ferociously like I’m trying to paralyze her. Enthused being knee-deep in new ‘vag’ I flipped her around to pen her legs back nearly falling into her face shocked at the discovery of how flexible she was so I tongued her mouth deeply (as if it was on purpose) capturing my girls taste during the engagement. I parted from her grabbing my bitch and pushed her face into the freshly fucked wide open pussy of Mia. I sucked on my girl’s clit teasingly and slid myself all the way into her until my pelvis bounced off her ass cheeks and repeatedly pounded her watching in awe of my once innocent girlfriend who proclaimed she was “strictly dickly” now sucking on a females clitoris like it was drenched in lemonade.

12 O’ Clock  became 1 O’ clock, 1’O clock drifted to 2’O Clock, 2 O’ Clock engulfed four more hours of us sucking and fucking in a tangled conjunction of body parts resembling a Geisha come to life I’m certain. Driven by the surge of dopamine enslaving us in the middle of the night we remained suspended in intercourse. We took turns and tag-teamed each other competing on who could make the victim cum and react the hardest to our licking, fingering, tugging, sucking, and poking at them like we were perpetual toys. There was not one inch of the Mias’ bodies that I had not tasted and explored. The scene was a nasty mess after we climaxed and lied limply in a bed soaked in secretions skin glistening in sweat. We were all sullied and needed showers but instead we selected the option of rest with our limbs kind of sprawled across one another bathing in sexual funk until consciousness returned a few minutes later. I jumped out of the bed being greeted by the shimmering dawn and lukewarm breeze that blew thru my window. I glared at them one last time snapping a mental photograph that lives with me until this day and then casted my sight down to my abdomen which had a strange imprint displayed on it as a testament to my effort that night; my core had never shown any definition and in a boyish doofiness that summed up my brief tenure in manhood I blurted with a big dumb smile on my face…”DAMN I HAVE A SIX PACK!!!!!!” Fin.

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Artist Spotlight

Reality is catchin' up with me/ Takin' my inner child / I'm fighting for custody

sculpture by Johnson Tsang

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The word for the day is polarity. Let's use it in a sentence shall we? Adulthood isn't as simple as the polarity between right or wrong. In many instances abandoning our preconceptions can lead to adventure, growth, achievement, or understanding.

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All fixtures of a world that we once took for granted are going extinct. My 11 year old obsessively waits for Marvel news updates on shows and movies, as adults are anxiously standing-by for their favorite venues to reopen...whether it's bars, clubs, gyms, restaurants, sports leagues, or even clothing stores. The thing is...just like people, some businesses are more stable than others. Some things will go back to normal and others...well...

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Footage from Dave Chappelle’s Mark Twain award ceremony. This part stuck out to me...such a powerful statement. "I'm afraid that my kids will grow-up not knowing what reckless talk sounds like." I'm not raising these kids to think life is a fairytale. You can watch it on netflix

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Artist Spotlight

We guzzle Dom / Smoke with scratchy throats Live on the edge / Bracelets, shades and classy coats

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I can see 2 reasons why this will not happen:

* The global COVID-19 Pandemic * Death of John Witherspoon

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The magic words are "I don't feel anything." 🤪😲

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For all my sapio's out there. You don't know what a sapio(sexual) is? Well, it's not particularly 'me' but it's cool. If you're an antique lit buff or a psychology buff I also recommend this as a must-read.

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Naaah...not yet...in due time

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A post that I responded to...

I constantly see this sort of behavior and statement made in the poly community. And it's always just glossed over, sympathied by others, and never contended with constructive thought. There's too many people (in general everyday life) that seem to revel in their problems and since they see themselves as having good intent they think it automatically deducts them from being the central cause of the problem(s). ⁣

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Basically this attitude or tendency to play the heroe in being irresponsible and not in control of your decision making...choosing what or who you deal with... and then emoting your hurt as to rally people to your side so you can feel validated is immature. People that do this don't see how they wrongfully absolve themselves of self accountability and won't take ownership of their self-destructive behavior patterns. ⁣

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You're constantly dealing with bullshit? Why? What role do YOU play in the equation? If you're polyamorous why the fuck would you choose to date a monogamous person or vice versa? Wouldn't that be the number 1 red flag that you are incompatible? What I said applies to anyone in any situation. I stopped being an enabler a while ago because it causes more harm than it helps. If a friend comes to me crying I'm known to tell it like it is...you may not want to hear it but you need to hear it. ⁣

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You may experience a problem growing if you never left the nest or you decided to take it with you. In other words...change the faces and lose the myopia.

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I just really do not have time to post shit right now. It takes time to edit videos, source material, plan content, add captions, create gifs, modify graphics, optimize data, resize images for different forums, give the "Word of the Day", write, re-write, then spell check. I want you to let those stats on the pic sink in though. It reveals the truth about natural hardwired human instinct. People fucking love sex. ⁣

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Here’s a real world example: ⁣

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The video with me talking about Polyamory received 241 views on Twitter. It only had 7 – 9 views in its first few days. Compare that to the homemade porn I posted; 1 vid received 1.5 thousand views within 12 hours and has currently climbed to 2.4 thousand views…eh…public interest is fleeting…I actually thought it would be much higher by now. That is just A.D.H.D. and endorphins at play. People are freaks behind closed doors. Just-so-happens that I'm not afraid to talk about it and present it in everyday convo, I mean it's just being naturally human afterall. ⁣

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I’m about to bring the sexy back alongside my insight on films, fashion, music, fitness, culture, etc. Hope y’all appreciate it because it does require invested time to deliver quality, but it’s just me and I really have other shit to do. I've carved out a segment of my daily calendar to start pre-staging content for the next day. I definitely can use collaborators with web, graphic design, photography, social media, or video editing skills.⁣ ⁣

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The Thresholds of Negative Stress

What a coincidence that I posted this a year ago from today. This reinforces that I've learned a valuable lesson which is reflecting it's permanency right now. Recently, I've had a good bout of depression hit me, knowing better, I didn't resist sinking into it...temporarily. See ‘emotional intelligence.’⁣

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This is what depression looks like for me:⁣

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1. My diet crumbles and I sit around eating irregularly, gorging on what resembles a teenagers menu; sodas, fast food, and corner store treats…even then I was only eating MAYBE twice a day.⁣

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2. I lay around doing nothing but binging on TV and internet.⁣

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3. My hygiene deteriorates…bathing every 48 to 72 hours. Ewww!... I know. As I like to say “smelling very human.”⁣

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4. No exercise. I only hit the weight room once last week…oh, I almost forgot… Cassey dragged me away from my laptop for a 3.5 mile run with her on Thursday.⁣

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5. Instead of running…I run to drugs…usually for me that means a cocktail of alcohol, weed, and tobacco. I lived up to my reputation. I relapsed into nicotine but was smart enough not to buy a pack of cigarettes; instead, I settled for chain-smoking Black & Milds. ⁣

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6. Disorganization takes over. I literally lost my wallet last week. When it rains it pours. The damn thing was missing a total of four days. Luckily, I found it while searching for a lighter Sunday morning. I needed my fix. ⁣

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7. Laziness > Responsibility. Most of my chores and errands were ignored. I did manage to attend “Back to School Night” for Kaeleb and Emani. I washed the laundry, cleaned dishes, and cooked once. That was a slightly less dysfunctional day. ⁣

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8. Acne…oh my fucking god…THE FUCKING ACNE. I have two aunts on my paternal side that suffer the same affliction. When we get stressed you can see it all over our face in the form of a breakout. See yesterdays selfie with a huge scar under my right eye where a scab had been removed. Popping pimples is a bad habit that I gave up. Last week I couldn't help myself. I wanted to hit the scene but couldn't because my face was covered in acne like I was back in middle school⁣

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9. I abort communicating with friends and family. This time I didn’t do that 😀. Again, see ‘emotional intelligence.’ I actually stayed in contact with everyone that stays in contact with me. I'm teaching myself not to shut people out when I'm going thru bullshit. ⁣

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10. I recover and conquer my strife. ⁣

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I'm not an emotional person. I'm not unstable or whiny. I'm not sensitive. I don't ever want help or seek guidance. I don’t make up excuses, externalize problems, or seek outside solutions. I dont rally up support. However, I'm not impervious to everyday problems or incapable of succumbing to stress…as long as its brief. No more laziness, and junk food. No more binge drinking. No more skipping workouts. Skins clear again, I put all the lighters away, and I'm just leaving the gym.⁣

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While I could exercise my options as I've done in the past, I'm choosing not to and that has been my model for a couple of years now. Being poly and dealing with mono people (which a lot of us are realistically limited to dating) can be taxing and cumbersome. At the moment I'm good for a nice social exchange at a bar (or whatever scene I'm on) "but let's leave it there" and if some cyclical communication starts to happen "let's keep it friendly and platonic." ⁣⁣

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To a newbie, my life can be a culture shock and people usually are not accustomed to receiving genuine interest, care, and clear communication without the preconditions of sexual (and emotional) exclusivity. For many, expressing love means to be possessive, ⁣⁣

and co-dependent. Adults will impose limitations specifically for others to cater to their insecurities. In contrast, my principles will be completely alien to a person who thought love and relationships came in only one form. ⁣⁣

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Currently, I've experienced enough to allow myself to enjoy people but I have the growth and boundaries in place to know better and not be so compulsive and thirsty. I've done too much evolving and maturing over the last few years to invite people in that have not been exposed to these socially sophisticated concepts, and lack the emotional intelligence needed in order for us to truly enjoy one another. Keeping that in mind, I have a sizable lifetime of exploration and self-knowledge, it would be irresponsible of me to engage someone that lack those advancements. ⁣⁣

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As polyamorous people, I think we all can agree that our privileges and freedoms are held sacred; therefore we also must hold ourselves to a higher standard and not resort to the same pitfalls and dysfunctionalities that lead to the repetitive failures found in monogamy. That is likely what pushed many of us away from the traditional norms in the first place.⁣⁣

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Shades of Cool