Why I Chart in One Second

Quote from Arthur Deco:

If you are a guy, pleasing women is all about sucking that tit when she is about to and/or gasm. Ask your woman, "Is there a string connecting your tit to your pussy?" If she sayeth "No, you fucking perv!", move on, and find one who says "Oh my fuicking god , yes! Suck it, big boy! I don't care how big your dick is!"


'tis indeed a mighty thing to behold. Grand passions, mighty expectations and intense joys all played out around that small circle of flesh. Omphalos should not be the navel of the world but the teat. The teat that cleaves man to woman the teat that grasps man as man relentlessly tries to grasp it. Pass the bottle...
 
Quote from Arthur Deco:

Je fais mes apologes to those who think this should be a pure mind forum. I ascribe to the mind-body theory, to a great extent because my drug of choice, mid-priced California champagne (only "methode champagnenoise" need apply, "bulk charmat" not accepted) felicitously affects both my mind and my body. But I digress. Champagne, the alcoholic's vitamin A, tends to slow both the mind and the pulse, and has been known to result in death by drowning if one is so dim-witted as to fill the hot tub to the brim. So I keep the hot tub shallow, and compensate for the one deleterious effect of Vitamin A(lcohol) by watching a one second chart. That speeds up my mind while keeping the buzz on. It also regulates my heart rate at a health 60 beats per minute, faster than it could be regulated in a sustained fashion by penile stroking by the most motivated consort (when a waitress offers to grind pepper onto my salad and says "Tell me when to stop," I always respond "Just keep going until your hand gets tired."). It also offers me 23400 trade entries and exits, and for those 6.5 hours, I feel more vibrantly alive than I do when I am passed out afterward. Those mental slugs among you who chart in one minute, or heaven forfend, five minutes, like Jack, who need not reply because he is on ignore, do not realize that Bitch Market, like every other woman, changes her mind in a second. She reacts to support and resistance like she does to a pair of colorful shoes espied in peripheral vision at Nordie's awesome shoe department, which incidentally rarely stocks in my size.



Master :) :)


Behold thyself in superlative action, Your Excellency :)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcNEVKBzlVo
 
Spicking of small circules of fleisch, the soup-pream moement of my life was when I was sucking tit, pressing thumb hard into the flesh above the pyoobis, diddling clit with first finger, rubbing G-spot with third finger, and dallying delicately around rectum with pinky (better have a big fucking hand like Rachmninov or a small girl). "What the fuck are you DOING to me?"
 
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