...last night, trying to help me fall asleep for the first time in 5 Days, it was a full moon, I have been hallucinating most of the day, images pop in an out of reality for me now, but they flicker, move and seem so real. I was doing chin ups trying to wear myself out and there was this gorgeous woman sitting on my couch in a pink tank-top and panties watching me and smiling. Later, this same sweet baby talking to me through the computer screen offered to put her mouth around my cock and relieve any tension that my body might have, so I could sleep. Suddenly she was touching me, I could feel it, I could smell her and taste her when she put her fingers in my mouth or kissed me. I know I was dreaming and I know I was awake, it was like they had merged. It was at first scary, but let's face it, I was having great sex! Am I stopping that? Hell no! Even after blowing my load all over my abs and feeling pleasantly exhausted, I still was unable to fall asleep. I see things moving out of the corner of my eye. It looks like black rats darting across the floor. I briefly saw a painting on the wall that I'm pretty sure wasn't there. I'm tripping out.
I've figured out how to control time! If there's a week sometime in your future and you want to slow it down so you can take time to smell the roses, so to speak... Do what I am unfortunately doing now. It has now been 5 days of no sleep. Can't sleep. I've even been taking drugs to sleep. Nothing. But time seems to be standing still for me! It can for you, too! Send $5 for free instructions now! I think I need someone sweet to sit next to me while I lay in bed, then she sings to me in her angelic voice as I drift off. Please undress me, put me in bed, hold me close, massage my pulled muscles and soothe my troubled mind, kiss me with your softest wet lips on my chest and stomach and tell me how much I mean to you. I've taken 3 Tylenol® PMs in the last 3 hours. Nothing. Every health food store items suggested to me haven't worked. I'm getting worried and I'm afraid the worrying is adding to whatever the trouble is. I will be popping the Melatonin here in a few. The only other drug that I use that might be contraindicated is Trifluoromethylphenyl, but I usual use that only if I playing some sweet tunes like this. I've taken so much Benadry® lately for my sinuses, I believe I've developed an immunity to it's ability to help me. Least that's what my nurse said, but then she might not really be there, because she also offered to blow me. Then again, that seems to happen in real life, too. I'm hoping this Melatonin does the trick, however I am available to receive your mouth of velvet, as well. I was just reading the "Ten Signs You are About to be Dumped" and figured I have experienced at least 15 of these! Have you ever taken a trip someplace you thought would be a great location to make a change in your life, to open up new possibilities, to awaken the sleeper within, only to find once you were there, it wasn't what you needed or wanted after all? I guess I should have closed my eyes when you drove me to the place where your horses run free. Cause I felt a little ill when I saw all the pictures of the jockeys that were there before me. Ever have a lover out of the blue tell you intimate things they've performed on past lovers? Why does it bother me to know how many guys have flung the frosting into the mouth of my current love? Why does she feel the need to tell me? Why can't I feel free to tell her about the time I tag-teamed a mother and daughter in the same night? Why can't I work it into a conversation as casually as she's able to plug in her stories? I know everything they've done in the past makes them who they are, but do I need to hear about all the on the job training that sharpened those skills? I've come to learn that whatever lover you find yourself with, whatever path of destiny it took for them to arrive at you, as the loved one they are, no matter their age, there's nothing sexual they haven't done already numerous times with others before you, no matter what they tell you. If they are telling you different, add lying to the list of things they do. It's all in the past! Time is a weird thing. I'm dealing with time and all it's permutations right now. It's like I'm Doctor Who and her pussy is the TARDIS! So why does it feel like cheating to hear about something in the past? I used to have a phobia about wearing used clothes that belonged to other, possible dead people. I have a germ phobia about pooping in a public toilet where other asses have sat and shat. Even buying a used car feels weird when one day reaching under the seat for those dropped car keys reveals a cigarette lighter from a past owner. Have you ever been making love to someone and momentarily your mind flashes back on an earlier love and in a moment of ecstasy you say the wrong name? So are you cheating with this person in the past? Is your heart a time machine that stays connected to the beats it marked out in time? Or is all time in fact happening right now? Oh, I know! It's the most horrible thing, this cheating. I think this is why I can't cheat, because I've been cheated on in the past, when I was young, I felt horrible, could never do it to someone else and so I will probably just face a future of being cheated on by various people. I've been reading up on skills people have to control their emotions, or rather just shut them down or build a wall around their heart to protect themselves and one way is to always have an "out" meaning that you have a friend that could be a lover, the "friend" you just haven't fucked yet, you've given them oral, (but that's not sex is it?) you have pals constantly waiting in the wings, so if you discover you're being cheated on, or you're getting bored, you can pull this one in from backstage and start anew with little pain to your heart. But really, that's just so much work, isn't it? So say you are in a relationship with a guy you feel in love with. Everything is great! You gave him the key to your heart. Then, as time goes by, it begins to wear you down like watching the same episode of a tv show you really did love once. You can pick out all the flaws and the bad acting and so to keep yourself happy, you start changing the channels looking for some excitement on other shows. Facebook is great for that! Old school friends, buddies, past co-workers, just keeping in touch, "Oh, I'm married, but let's get together for drinks after work" then bam! You are trying to fuck them even before a divorce is mentioned. Because in your mind, your marriage jumped the shark episodes ago, so it's not really cheating, is it? The heart wants what the heart wants! Maybe someday I'll be with a woman that will stick with me through all my insanity. But honestly, my insanity doesn't seem bad compared to all the angry, bitter, violent, alcoholic and drugged people out there... Maybe I'm too sane? In trying to toughen up and start building a fortress around my heart, I've learned to cut down on small talk, chit-chat, lovey dovey words, terms of endearment, and cut way back on the most over used 3 words ever, "I Love You," make your lover work for it. If you find dead air in your conversations, just keep your mouth shut, the first person to talk after silence is the loser. I'm not a loser anymore! I'm a winner! And Johnny, tell the home audience what Jerry Lentz has won! "Bob, Jerry Lentz has won as much pussy as he could ever want! He now knows what women want! He knows how to make a woman squirt! And knows where a woman's 'Little Man in the Boat' is and he knows the G-Spot inside and out! He can make a woman have multiple orgasms even if she's squeezed out a few puppies in her day, is all stretched out, full of cobwebs, and dry as a mummy's mouth! And all of this Pussy Showcase could be his if, the Price is Right!" I think one of the worst pick up lines I heard the other night was, "How did you get your roots so dark?" I guess it's not as classy as, "I'll give ya a nickel if ya tickle my pickle," which always works! Knowing me as you do, where in the world do you think I'd enjoy living the most? I've been living in my imagination far too long. No more Life of the Mind for me! I guess it's the real world for me from now on. The real pride swallowing, ball crushing, sorrow creating world! I'm gonna miss being fake! I fake it so real, I am beyond fake. It's raining really hard here! Thunder and lightning, too! I feel the urge to go stand in the rain, on high ground, and it will be like a Baptism washing my soul clean. Maybe the lightning will rewire circuits in me that need to be rerouted. I will start again a different man. Not enough storm, I guess. But I did get soaking wet! My cocktail got watered down, too. Nothing sadder than a grown man standing in a thunderstorm, soaking wet, holding a Mandarin Cosmopolitan with lightning all around him. I was given a free box of Krispy-Kreme glazed doughnuts. I took them anyway even though I can't eat them. So being bored I did the silliest thing, and tell me if you've done anything like this because I don't want to be the only one; I was getting out of my wet clothes, I was nude, I became aroused at the sight of my nude self in the mirror as I passed by, so I began stacking them doughnuts up on my erection like a toy ring toss tower. I got all 12 on there! Sticky! Had you been here you coulda had coffee and glazed doughnuts! It was fun! Sticky, but fun! I walked around, took pics and waited until they fell off one by one without using my hands as my wang slowly grew bored of the sweet and sticky and became deflated. They got a bit smashed down, but still all 12, cool right? Yeah, it looked like I had the Michelin Tire Man's Penis! Well, I'll send the photo to you in a message if you email me, I can't post it here, too many teens read my shit. Check out my abs though, I'm really looking good I think. I'm doing 30 chin ups a day and earlier I did 50! Try not to laugh at my hot body. I'm sensitive. I am fully nude here, so be careful and please don't share the photo with anyone else, okay?
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