sept 9, 2003 O. C.: Blonde Pride

Monk watches some of the new show "O.C.,"
beachy Orange County, Californee,
ogling impossibly beautiful Aryans,
and all of them are richer than God!
At least they're not politically correct,
not even bothering with Asians,
much less a single latino or black!
These kids talk about mergers and finance.
Monk strokes his Indian cock over a grandma,
a blonde twenty-something trophy wife!
Monk sometimes tortures himself like this,
fancying how the other side lives and thrives.

sept 10, 2003 Jack Is Back

This bit of home improvement, thanks to Mr. Garza, inspired Simple Tree onto greater projects. He called on Falstaff to prune our tree. Since Falstaff makes his living doing lawn work and landscaping, he can handle this task much more handily with his power saws than can Monk with his wobbly, rusty blade.

This only inspired nervousness in Monk, seeing only the potential for some ugly family drama. It should be recalled that Monk has been estranged from his brother, Cain, for some ten years now. Cain married into Falstaff's family, making Falstaff his father-in-law. Monk has been spared the least threat for some months since Cain has been under house arrest, as none of that family has cared to pay a visit under the circumstances.

Well, it seems that Cain is now free, and this helps to explain the visit. Waiting for their arrival, Monk's mind was given to paranoiac wondering. Would Cain be yet more aggressive, more of a tough? Monk got a good chance to see right off the bat. They rang the front doorbell, while Tree was out back. Monk answered and he got to look at Cain face to face. That smiling white face, something knowing and confident in the bright brown eyes. For a moment, Monk got the impression that he was looking at Stormy Dreamer -- that same beaming self-confidence, with the conveyance of the sense that Monk is the butt of some inside joke.

Incidentally, one considers that the source for this apparent amusement may be this blurty. It may be recalled that Jules, Cain's wife, may have gleaned Monk's blurty when she once came to help with this computer. Since the last glitch in this website, when we had all those log-in problems, Monk has been more free about leaving entries public, and hence possibly giving them more of an eyefull, which could be amusing.

In any case, Monk's worries were again for naught. They didn't even stay long. They quickly did the work and left. And we now have a neater tree. Even pink-haired girls can now walk past without being molested by grabby branches.

sept 13, 2003 Bad Chats

This entry contains pornographic elements of a particular macho, high-testosterone nature. The original intention was to make this a private entry, but one considers that it might interest or entertain some people. So, we're trying this compromise of the lj-cut. Please, ignore this entry if you may be offended by macho porn. One is especially concerned for the rather young as well as for the strong feminists who detest male chauvinism. Thank you! (And I ask that this not be held against me, and I'm receptive to the idea that this should be a private entry, if one must have this as a part of one's life in the first place.)

Friday nights can make you restless, hungry. Back to the chats! Monk ends up having a couple of bad experiences. Last night, he got into it with Surfergrl, who introduces herself as a teener with "big boobs." Monk swoops in and starts playing with those teen tits. He keeps kicking the game up, telling her that he's going to fuck her face, telling her that she's gagged on cock before, and he starts calling her a slut, feeling more comfortable in his dominance. Later, as he's fucking those big teen tits, he says, "A teener and already loving men! How long have men been making you?" She says, "14," but she has had enough of this bullying. First, she breaks the fantasy by saying that she had triplets last year, and then she asks about his marriage. Monk tries to respond, still seeking to maintain the thread of fantasy, but he cannot get through with his response. He's not being 'ignored,' and he keeps trying, but it then occurs to him that she may have left the room altogether, and he sees that she is gone. So, she really may have been young, and he went too far for her.

Before going on, one may do well to emphasize the quality of fantasy that attaches to these chat experiences. So, when one says teen or teener, we can happily assume an 18 or 19 year-old, as we wouldn't want to give even the appearance of legal impropriety. And it's not like Monk hasn't thought about going into this as, say, a young college co-ed, himself, if only for the sake of the sexual energy, as though we were co-operating in the creation of a pornographic short story, "Oh yes, mister, it still hurts when a man just shoves his massive cock down my throat!" The point is that this is all pure fantasy, a sort of sexual substitute for not having a real sex life.

Soon after waking up early this morning at around seven, Monk is game for another try, perhaps wanting to bury the bad experience with a success. She is an English gal named Kellie. Another teener. And another bad experience. Maybe, Monk should leave the 'young girls' alone.

He asked Kellie if she's still spreading her legs, thinking that she is pulling an all-nighter, but she is just starting, as he is reminded that she is in England. He tells her that he needs to bury some morning wood. When he tried to get head, she asks, "Doesn't your wife suck it for you?" Monk accepts marriage as part of the fantasy, hoping to seem more normal, and he says, "She's asleep and she's a bitch, and she's not a teen." She won't get into it, saying that she finds cybering boring. He petulantly asks, "Why are you here then?" She pouts, "Because I'm bored." When Monk continues to press, she shuts him down as a dirty old man.

Actually, there was a third attempt, shortly after going down in flames the first time. Monk went into the taboo/fetish room. Jordan posted in the common space, "Am I the only girl who likes getting spanked?" Monk immediately messaged her, "I'll spank you if you will let me fuck you." She said, "No, I'm looking to trade pictures of girls getting spanked." More funny than not.

Ah, the ups and downs of internet sex! This rational voice says that this is silly, and wonders why we do this. A more primal voice likes at least getting the live, interactive dimension to fantasizing sexually. And it happens from time to time.