Pissranha

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An Epitome to the Perfect*

They all want to splurge their jizz onto your face. That is why they always stare at it. You are scrutinized by men who wish to fondle you and kiss your face with lust. You are whore of the past and the leader of tomorrow. Society has made you high and mighty and history has degraded ‘your kind.’ Your features are of a perfect doll, but your texture is not nearly as perfect. Every little pimple that shows up, every less often rough patch of skin, a misalignment or unmatch is looked upon as serious as a sin on a Sabbath morning. It's your fault; you're too perfect to have imperfections.
The delivery boy wants to rape your package. The man that brought you the package was staring at you too long. You are used to that already, you take it as normal. The sodomy that would be brought upon your head goes undone, life goes on. You are protected now, in the 21st century playground. Your ancestors from the old _______ roots have never imagined that some sick, perverse men will masturbate at night to your small, compact, perceptibly perfect features. The village incest is much purer and is overlooked. Your uncle is not to blame about your pretty face being a cock magnet, but then fast forward to the beauty deprived American; your face stands on top of the list to worship, just in secret, but at first opportunity he wants to stick you and disgrace everything you stand for. Your smart mannerisms and hard work are your faults. If the man caught staring at you has his way; you will be degraded to a level of a common whore.
Your choice of a fuck-man is of same descent, albeit of different national identity. You pull a great feat, because you know that he worships your looks, but he can’t take you down and stick you and disgrace you; history prohibits him from bringing sodomy upon your beautiful head and body. You also can’t help to notice other men of western origins, your slight or not so slight attraction to them is understandable. You want to be included in their way of life, you crave to move on to bigger things than your petty roots. And yet you have no idea what that western man will do to your morals and your highly kept image if he grasps the hold of you, even for a second. You will become a dog, kicked, humiliated, sodomized and broken.
Your clothes would look great if they were moist and sticky with semen. You wear pretty clothes and they make you even more attractive and yet everyone knows that you look better without them, less umpf – more skin. Your butt cheeks are small and your thighs are tiny. An ideal instrument to have a man’s way with you. Your anus must be as tight as pinhole and at the idea of you groaning at as it is being stretched makes men forget all thoughts and get lost in your pain and lust. Your light smoker’s throat is a bit harsh and yet it makes you a goddess of the audible. Your moans and groans are deep and lusty. Even a basic plea to ‘stop’ would be a turn on, even for the meek of sadists.
You are repressed and you don’t know it. This life of work and high experience is new and the twinkle in your eye roars for you to be a dirty whore. The need to be degraded is as necessary as air for bacterium.
The man that came by your desk yesterday bringing you the report, he wants to throw his semen onto the first page or better yet; squirt directly on your face and revel in ecstasy. You would take it all and accept the butt slap and tit grab and even a slap on the face that will leave a blister. But such as the environment you are in; it is not allowed, its prohibited. Your body is beyond invasion, your face is kept. The front of hard work and diligence is active. But you should know that we all know that the pig-tailed toy object is all you really are.
I scarcely want to worship you but instead I wish to play the role of the observer. It would be nice to unleash all the pent up, heavily repressed lust onto you. I think about your tight anus all the time. Sometimes I want to rip your pants off, slash your blouse open, bring you under me and stick you, slap and degrade your obelisk of purity into the filthy swine whore you really ought to be. I will not do that instead: I feel rewarded to watch you struggle to be good at what you do and at same time be haunted by these western men with their age old ideal. You are their ideal. A rite is to be reenacted in their head. Your nonchalant attitude about their desires, as if there is nothing more to their prolonged stares but just a flirtation that you will never consider serious but instead dismiss as mere ‘cute.’
The danger is still ahead. The corporate is not saving you from the mail room clerks for your benefit but instead; they are preparing you for a mass sacrifice with the chosen. Of course these things do not just happen but instead all events must align for the moment to be come. It is all built into the 21st century model; protect at all costs and then molest. Ironically they are protecting your cultural secretions intact. The zipper on your pants is an entrance to the forbidden dungeon of the corporate.


- John Bogusz [anonymous]

*A fiactitious account.

Crotch Times

I hate these new pimples on my dick. It is disgusting to think that I, a person who seldom has sex, could catch some crotch pimples. Not only did I have had a quick out burst of crabs, that issue is receding, but there are three pimples around my cock that are just worrisome. Not a good thing, considering I would prefer to think of my self as fairly clean. Compared to very socially sexually active members of my metropolis, who indulge in one night stays - I should be squeaky clean. I guess not. I did have sex with hookers in Amsterdam, but I guess I would rather should have had gotten laid at home with some club whore. Safer?
My phone sex addiction has reached a plateau; I now tape my phone sex conversations. Thus I try to listen to them before calling the sexy ladies back. It works, but not often. I have been masturbating a lot more than usual. Good porno mixed with phone sex gives me a lot of sexual activity. Just not the social kind. I also wake up in the middle of the night and jerk off to sexual fantasy of having sex with my co-workers; big breasted, nice butted and horny co-workers! Oh, yes fuck me you horny twat - just once. Thank you.
I am in the process of meeting a girl who could be an answer to my problems mentioned above. I hope this time everything works out and I don't have to scramble to press the 'eject' button - like I have done in my past relationship. Details of that relationship can be found in a post below.
I must be insane in having to pulled the plug with no contingency plan, but I am all or nothing type of guy anyway. Ladies take note. Lick my pimples you whores. Thats how I feel today.

- John Bogusz [anonymous]

Reload

I am more pissed-off than ever. Things have been going great. My predictions and worries were proven to be unfounded. Why? I graduated college and found a job. My speculations were solely on not finding 'the' job after college. There are many undesirable jobs awaiting undergrads after college, such as the ones where you have no set salary and work purely on commission basis. Largely in sales, these jobs offer no guarantee of steady income and most likely are not offered by type-A type companies and mind you, banks. Well I was hired by a type A-type private bank that offered me a stellar job that I am proud to gain experience in. Other fronts of progress involve my social life; though stable with my friends I was able to get myself a girlfriend. A month and a half after being hired I hooked up with a girl who was very presentable, pretty and had very desirable physical attributes. I am shallow, I conceded to that a long time ago. My girlfriend had a very pretty face, big boobs and a bubble butt worth playing with at any given time. Things took off fast for us and we were fucking and sucking within two weeks of our initial encounter. Just to disprove the feeling of me being such a stud; I have had known this girl for two years prior, but her long term boyfriend was in the way. Mind you; he cheated on her numerous times, used illicit substances and finally withdrew himself from her life by the way of joining the armed forces. After such a package, I was a real find or not as it proved in the mid-run.
The sex was sub-par. Though many things were allowed; oral sex, sex and hand jobs were fun. I found the girl to be not so kinky; no dirty talk and anal sex was taboo. Though the highlight of my sexual relationship with her culminated during insertion of my fingers in her butt, something that she never done before. To further disprove my stud-ness; she has confessed to me that she was very horny when I had hooked up with her. Thus this further proves the fact that I can't seduce a girl unless she is already willing to be going at it. The relationship side of things was the breaking point. After an initial period of 2 months, the girl started showing her real character; telling me to do things that would minimize me as a man and what not. I could not deal with such crap and had to minimize the impact of break up before it would get worse. Well by Thanksgiving we broke up and did not revisit each other in that same way again. I am sure if she can reconsider herself - things can work out, but unfortunately last time I seen her she was with her ex-boyfriend again. How much does that makes sense? I learned a thing or two from that. First; girls that tell you they were treated like shit by their ex-boyfriends - want to be treated like shit. Enfact; if you out-shit her ex-'s you will get a lot more candy. Which leads to point two; everything they say; turn it other way around.
No sex since last thanksgiving for me. And it is not fine. I am horny more than ever. I jerk off a lot and thats not fine. A new girlfriend would fix that, but I have had no luck in that department since that 3 month girlfriend from last year. There was a girl that became available that I really like and she is still available. I have made an attempt in March to start a relationship, but it has been a disaster ever since. Besides a couple of dates and phone conversations the girl seems to be emotionally distant from me and constantly disappears from the planet earth. No phone calls or text messages can reach her in these moments and after a two week interim she would text back apologizing for her disappearance. From what I see; it is a clear sign of emotional distance and just carelessness for me. I stopped trying. Though she has reappeared a week ago, I had not called her once since then and will not call her until I see some kind of signal of her true desire to have a normal relationship. My last girlfriend had told me she was broken and had things to repair from her past relationships, I guess her ex- is doing just that with her now. This girl I was pursuing now had broken off from a long term relationship as well, but suffers no symptoms of damage. I am currently apathetic to her. I am seeking a girlfriend.
I am not ugly anymore. - That I am proud of! Since January I have been developing my body and working out at least twice a week for a great result. My skinny athletic body is shaping to become a rounded and built body. People are noticing, but all that progress took a lot of effort. In sum; through blood, sweat and tears.
This was my summary of my ugly, horny and pissed-off aspects of my life. I am hoping that there will be more disturbing progress in my life that I can write about - and write I shall!

- John Bogusz [anonymous]

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