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Pervy Boy

{ November 4, 2007 @ 10:50 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, sexual technique }
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She watched me while I ate, spicy and most likely aphrodisiac food at a Chinese resto: Beef and meatballs in hot noodles, a large meat bun, iced tea. Immediately I was full. It was almost noon. I know she pictured me naked. Her lip-biting stare made me see her lips sliding on my Apollo with energetic, 20 year old gusto. But she was coy, waiting for me to speak.

“Let’s get outta here.”
“And then what’ll we do?”
“Just talk.”

Talk my buns. As soon as we got in I sought her lips. She didn’t want it. Soon I discovered, a kiss for her was for a loved one. I was not loved. I was a toy for her. She loved her husband more than me. Fair enough.

I pulled her blouse up and sucked her nips.

“No, I can’t do this.” Oh yes you can.

She now began to tussle my short hair. No resistance now when I undid her jeans and disrobed her, although I saw a hint of panic in her eyes. It was banished when I took everything off and my Apollo so handsomely erect.

“Oh my god, your cock!”

She sat as I knelt before her on the bed. Her hot, ticklish, wet, vibrating mouth woken me to afternoon delight. Man, she knows how to deepthroat. I felt for her labias, wet. I stopped her and did the Vibrating Frog Position.

“Oh my Tom!”

I slid Apollo into her Venus, her legs up and my legs folded under me, my heels erect, just like a frog, and so easily I pumped her for speeds like 150 mph. In no time she quaked and spasmed, her face a beauty of pleasure at being fucked secretly and efficiently. It was like that for two hours until I lied on my back and she aimed to make me come, in her mouth. She pushed my big head in her tight lips and sinewy tongue, I was watching her beautiful face enjoying me orally. I just let her, hands free. And then I blew, ounces of hot sperm. I told her not to swallow, but to just let it pour all over my Apollo. We slept, did an encore. She gave me 300 bucks.

Poetic Experience no. 1

{ October 1, 2007 @ 10:40 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, marriage, monogamy, sexual technique }
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She wants it so badly
I unzipped my pants
Pulled down hers
And we had our mutual exchange
Just love sliding my tongue through her slit
While she blew my mind
Swallowing, enjoying the heat of my body through that length
She stopped as my cunnilingus brought her to orgasm
Sliding her manicured fingers through my shampooed hair
Not content, she knelt and proceeded with her oral fixation
Can’t fight it, the sweet sucking
Laid her down on the bed, her eyes wide at my solid prong
You can hang your jeans on it, so erect
Perfect for hitting the G-Spot
Unlike the fat snakes that do nothing but desensitize pussies
I sat as I worked, my head hitting her ceiling, so wet
She hard, still I fucked
She slapped me, begging me to stop
I didn’t, if you can’t handle your multiple orgasms don’t fuck
Finally, not wanting to sap her strength, I let go
She said thanks with a sigh
I have to work the next day, she, the kids
Not bad for a rainy night.

A Change in the Pace

{ July 28, 2007 @ 12:10 pm } · { Sex, Sexual Experience, marriage, monogamy, responsibility, sexual technique }
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Looking back to the early days of our marriage, I remember that my wife really wants to take it hard. I would ram my prod lancer into her with so much strength she virtually bounced from the bed 6 inches into the air. I pushed my cock right up the end of her vagina that she screamed with pleasure as her insides swallowed my manhood with gusto. And when she came, she slapped my ass like a jockey spurring her horse to gallop, I re-slammed my hips onto hers with such speed I think it’s not an exaggeration that I got the hummingbird’s flapping in mind when I did so.

After the first, my continuous momentum with provoke multiple orgasms in her, with her scratching my back, biting my neck, sucking hard at my ear, and leave my man-boobs smarting from her nails. I was always a great sight for a woman to derive pleasure from my manly moves. I take pride that I am indeed a great lover. My unique scimitar shaped cock always tapped at her G-spot just above the opening opposite the back curve of her vagina. My hips had always been bandy and flexible, which is very obvious in case you see me gyrating at the dance floor. Plus my correct breathing, my body becomes a virtual orgasm machine. Her moans of increasing pleasure are music to my ears.

Now, it’s different, after her first orgasm, she doesn’t slap my ass like a jockey’s. She takes hold of my love handles with her hands, and controls my thrust so that I moved like the waves of the oceans lapping at the shores of Boracay. I now make the sensuous slow dance of a male stripper. With just a few slow but surface to surface connections of my phallic head to her G-spot, her eyes flutter with ecstacy, and groans her oh-ohs all the more huskier. Now I don’t have to ride her like a locomotive, but just like the first speed of a rodeo machine. I could feel acutely the sliding of my good hard cock into her nethermouth, making me forgot the assholes of the world and just concentrating on the heaven she spreads out for me. I don’t say fuck when I fuck. I say, “You’re so good, Honey, oh this is soooooooooooo goooooooood!”

And since I work hard at the office, I don’t come in her in the weekdays, but in the weekends. That’s when I unload probably so much come compared to my ejaculations when we did it everyday. I could see my white semen overflowing after she enjoyed my hot come spill in her hot vagina which she likes so much, and I get turned on again when she lathers the smooth sperm all over her pussy. I get hard again and shoot my cock into her salivating vagina until I get limp and parked in her carwash.

Man, I’m such a good fucker.

Sweet Jealousy

{ July 22, 2007 @ 7:55 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, monogamy, sexual technique }
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Since I started working in the company, my wife showed changes in her treatment of me. This started when she saw the pictures I took of my office colleagues, included therein were some office hotties that could make a man drool, but for me, their physical sensuality had no effect on an oversexed man like me. But for wifey, I suspect they posed as a threat, in a manner of speaking.

Her reaction manifested in the most familiar territory we’ve been in and out for nine years: the bedroom. She has been overdoing herself, riding me hard, working me like a woman in a very fiery state of arousal. I don’t really mind her doing me like an experienced porn star, but, I’m a guy who is pretty easy to please really. Yeah, I go for the kinky stuff once in a while, but basically, I would want to do them on my woman, not the other way around. I’m not into S & M, but if ever I would delve in that world, I think I’ll take the M role. Dunno, it’s just how I am. I can go on an erection for hours without really thinking of coming for myself, because really, the fun ends when I cum. Sorry, I rambled, violating the rules of paragraph unity.

Going back to my wife, yes, I began to notice she was overdoing the act, that was already making me feel so much pleasure, I almost came sooner than I wanted, if I hadn’t pulled it out in time. She had been meeting my thrusts, she’s moaning really loud, and kissing me all over like I was ice cream. Again, this was all good, but I could really sense, deeply, that she was only doing this to keep me, and me not going for those hotties at the office. It hurt me a bit, because, for a sec, I thought she thought, mildly, I couldn’t be trusted not to thrust a hottie who happened to fancy my moustached red lips and dark, going-down-on-ya-sweetie eyes. So I thought, I have to assure her.

I couldn’t really discuss it with her, because I know, you know, you’re women too, she wouldn’t admit it, right? Fishing it out of her, my suspicion of her jealousy would just be like tackling blue fin tuna in the middle of the bay, with the fishing rod line screeching. Made me uncomfortable, too, trying to deny the nothing that was there. Am I making any sense? Well, what I did was, I sent her a text message, here it is, verbatim: “Babes, you need not worry about me at the office. The girls there don’t care about me like you do, and I don’t care about them like I do for you. You don’t need to do much to please me. Don’t worry, I won’t spend a single cent on them.” This may sound a little obnoxious, but of course, affairs usually involve cents, and more, so, this was like a self-ultimatum to prevent complications in the future. Here’s her reply: “I trust you, Babes (Whew, a sigh of relief from me.), but I can’t avoid feeling jealous of them (Aha! Told you, my hunch was correct.), it just is natural for me to feel. But I trust you (read: Don’t make a wrong move or you won’t see your kids ever.).

So, all I can say, is, in relationships, anticipation is very valuable, especially in sensing your partner’s unsaid obviousness. It pays to pre-empt a problem, although that too, involves emotional risks.

As for her going back to her usual lying down on her back and me humping her soft creamy white spread legs and sinking my ever-reliable hard-head into her heavenly wet-hot red panty lips, I’m set on to discover that tonight. See yah.

Latest Scoop

{ July 2, 2007 @ 8:44 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, marriage, monogamy, sexual technique }
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Last night was great.

I guess, I can never get enough of Wifey, she’s getting better the more we grow older. Her face looks younger every after she comes, her lips redder with every taste of me, and her pussy ever getting hotter and tighter like a virgin’s.

Since I reserve my mojo for five working days, I now work at an office, with high pay (I deserve it!), and got plenty of money making plans in the works, I am charming, handsome, and sexually gifted after all, and the women, they sense it.

Saturday, geez, she oral checked my Apollo like for hours, getting me to thinking, where didya get your oral craving this time? Is it the chocolate that I bring after work? Dark chocolate that melts in her mouth? Her lips are so slippery and smooth, I swear I’d come in her if I didn’t know she doesn’t want it. Then the sudden tightening that had me forgetting who I am, oooh! I came just seconds inside her, but she forgave me with a mouth caress.

Sunday, I made up. We did a sixty nine because I want to taste pussy so much. When she came, she sucked so fast I had to pull out or it’s gooey time. Her pussy tasted so good, next weekend, gotta have more.

Then, I entered her backstyle, man, she’s tight! Her moans reverberated in her house (she owns it, not me), and I fucked like a rotor whenever she screams “I’m coming! I’m coming!”, sweet Mary, nine years we make love, and her voice always sounded like the first night. For like two hours, I worked her ass, she on her knees at times, then on her elbows. Soft feminine form accepting my hardness, yes!

She laid on her back, obviously exhausted from her multiple orgasms, I pushed, whew, what a rush, then pumping like 100 mph! My Apollo easily bumping the inner end of heaven. Her vaginal lips clasped my girth so tight and smoothly, I was sure, five days worth of hot man fluid would fill her fulltank.

So I did, and with a force so strong it weakened me. Not really that much. I sat above her closed eyes as she felt me and my lava swimming inside her, scalding and reviving her hot womanhood like Venus incarnate. I watched as she mashed her breasts while I still was snug in her furry resort. Then I collapsed beside her, numbed of thought and slept dreamless.

I woke up to hot eggs, herbal milk mix, and fried rice and some sweet meats, while she hummed, preparing my clothes, in her nighties. Got a hard on that instant, just wanna ram her backstyle on the side of the bed. But there’s work…need energy for work.

I don’t really feel so good about Mondays…

The Ride

{ June 21, 2007 @ 9:37 am } · { Erotic Poetry, Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, sexual technique }
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I need to ride
As fast as I can
Your round butt’s fine
I slide through your wine.

Faster I ride
STeady you go
GRabbing at the carpet
Knees rubbed red.

It’s coming in and out
Your tongue and call
In and out my breath
Hot on your neck.

Sister’s looking
Rubbing pink nipples
Through the window saw
Me riding her sister so good.

Sister’s at the finish line
The other wet outside
I burst in my ride
She came with pride.

Sister cannot hide
Feeling hot inside
Didn’t take long
She also I ride.

Blog Entry? I Don’t Care If You Write About Me As Long As You Do It Me Like You’re Supposed To

{ June 11, 2007 @ 10:41 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, marriage, monogamy, responsibility, sexual technique }
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Well, this is a wee bit embarrassing to say here but his is just what my Wife actually said to me last June 3 evening. She even thinks it’s a bit kinky, that others knew how she is being pleasured, the mere thought of being read makes her wet.

Anyway, before my Wife said that, she was actually totally out of the mating loop. So what I did was, to answered the question, “What’s in a Kiss?” an erogenous zone closest to the brain gotta to have some clout. Hovering over her body like a bat, I sucked on her red lower lip. Then I tapped my wet tongue on it inside my mouth with vibrating speed. That somehow electrified her because when she woke, her eyes were very wide. That’s when she just let me while shhe stroked her hands all over my torso, her smooth silver nighties and undies cool to my skin and hard shaft, dry bumping her with a mind of its own.

“This is going to be my blog entry”, I teased.
“What? You write ‘us’ on a blog entry? Oh, cool. I don’t care, as long as you fuck me good like you’re supposed to, my good fucker”, her voice was husky but deadly.

I had a new sex style in mind for her. Right now she did not want me licking her cunt, her favorite first course. She wanted my cock in ASAP. I placed my mouth inches from my ole pacifier with pubes, spat a wad of hot viscous saliva on my Venus slide, spreading it on the lips with a deft finger. She made purring sounds. Then I opened her legs, raised them, the backs resting on my shoulders., while I sat before my wife’s pussy. I massaged her organ with my Apollo Boneapart, hand held.
“Ooh, hot cock!” She snarled like an Amazon leopard.

In he goes. Wet hot electric chocolatey carbonated rave pop hit sensations transmitted from my pole hard organ to my intellectual brain. By Sitzfuckieg I could see my wife’s different facial and bodily reactions to my regular faithful thrusts. The lioness’ stare while touching my swinging navel. The face turning right and left with the contractions of the first orgasm. Eyes closing and neck showing as I squeeze her boobs while I fuck. Her fingernails biting my elbow with multiple O number 10. her pounding my chest as I dive into her faster than a locomotive. This didn’t tire me at all since all movement was on my hips only, with an occasional adjustment of weight with arms and hands.

Without placing weight on her, her feeling of my Apollo zooming in her body monopolized all sensation. Both of us had the freedom of motion and from gravity.

Her insides got tighter and tighter with the 30th O (She told me before sometimes there were so many she lost count.). Now, my pleasure of her, the sight of her lust unchained and possessing became unbearable. Sweat poured from her legs pointed to heaven. She slapped my horseracing ass, echoing in the voyeur night.
“Ooh, babes, I’m gonna come.”
“Go on, HFL, you fucker. Want that cum, all of it.”
“Oh oh oh aaaaaahhhhhhh aahh ahh ah”, I hoped my roans didn’t wake the children, or her mom, especially not her.

I leaned on my hands above her half-closed eyes and lip-licking tongue. It took a while. My warm sperm filled hher up good. I just stayed like that, watching sup it up and my Apollo snug inside her.

After her reverie, an eyebrow told me to pull out.
“Ooh!” That’s everytime I pulled it out. Our naked bodies exchanged electric warmth in the cold night air.

Inquistition of Licuntus Amorlongus for Crimes Against Chastity

{ June 9, 2007 @ 10:41 am } · { Essay, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, marriage, monogamy, responsibility, sexual technique }
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I, Licuntus, shall contest the allegations hurled against me by the moral but hypocritical authorities, these so-called guardians of feminine virtue and gallantry. I shall answer point by point their incriminatory questions in the name of the common good and societal modesty.

How dareth they wrong and debase my professorship of attaining sexual satisfaction and my advocacy for loyalty between husband and wife as these wolves in sheeps’ clothing unconscionably invaded my private quarters without a warrant. How they vilifieth and burneth my books and letters in the public square and interrogated my apprentices in irons! Hath they the gall to muzzle the freedom of speech so as to maintain the freedom of speech so as to maintain the status quo of sexual ignorance, hence continued negligence of our most significant other?

The gallant and most chivalrous pastor Master Bathi Ambidexterus brandeth me the purveyor of licentiousness and moral depravity. My brother scholar, what art more debauch than the public display of violence in Shakespeares’ play, where Caesar was stabbed in the back by big men? And Caesar saying, “Et tu, Brute?” If thou art sincere in thy moral guardianship, I dare thee to chain the doors of the brothel of Madame Pimperella, where amongst the patrons is a doddering old man that lookst like thee.

The local magistrate, the most eligible senior bachelor, the very virile Chasegerli Tryahardi, dubbeth my teachings as not baseth on scholarly study, that my methods art fit for the effeminate as they hath no efficacy whatsoever.

On the first part of thy diatribe, Machisimo, I so verily totally agree! No, indeed no. Mine intimate knowledge cometh not from books and bespectacled mentors, from churchmen, or from institutions. They cometh exclusively from my sensitivity and wealth of experience. If experience art never the best mentor for thee, it surpriseth me not thou hast never known what thy Lady Marmalade, thy wife for many years, desireth, but that I hath copiously filleth in thy absence. Thou forgive her though as she hath patience plenty for thy ineptitude.

As for the second part of thy insult, I hold as my witness 50 women and 101 men who hath receiveth and applieth my sexual strategies and shall testify to their sexual fulfillment.

The other detractors, I found thee beneath my notice to merit a counter.

My rationale for mine instruction of the younger generation, is that I believeth the task hath been placeth in mine hands to pass on my knowledge lest it perish in choking conservatism and self-assured complacency.

Sex for mine advanced age art a bonus, a parting gift, however for the young, my apprentices and their ladies, to them, like any human capability or skill, sex must be placeth under scrutiny and be perfecteth, even if only partly, for I too acknowledge human finiteness.

Despite of what thy sayeth to the contrary, I shall enlighten my apprentices with my expertise.

Licuntus Amorlongus

Movie House Rock

{ June 9, 2007 @ 10:02 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, sexual technique }
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In that short, tumultuous but memorable liaison with Crissie, that obese beauty form Forest Hills, she had been the most “You oughta Know”-ish girl I ever had. She scratched my back with her Goth nails, she’s a pervert (gangbanger), and yep, she did go down on me in a theater. And I love her. I’ve told you guys before, all the women I have gone to bed with I instantaneously loved. I consider my body and yours truly holy, so I can only share it in the spirit of love. Logical.

Crissie loved bold flicks, porn, and girlie magazines. So when a hot movie was on the tills, she dragged me along and chose to be seated in the darkest, remotest corner of the movie house, where other couples had more or less the same idea.

We sat in the middle of a torrid love scene, that had Crissie enrapt. Placing my arm over her exposed shoulders, I could feel her bod temp increase by degrees. I too was carried along the actors’ moaning and doggie styling. A pretty faced, long straight black haired actress was being banged hard by a hunk, breasts groped, mouths open.

I slid my finger under Crissie’s skirt, Catholic school issue, and massaged her soft Swoosha under the silk. She in turn grappled my crotch. Impatient by naure, she took my hand and placed it inside her stretched panties. The curly hairs of her Swoosha made me wild. I circled her button with a finger, made it slippery with juice froom her vagina. I tickled it to her satisfaction so that she shucked on my neck and ear.

Two fingers, her button in between, she bit my neck. Two fingers stroked in unison, her breathing warmed my neck. As my left hand quickened to her coming orgasm via clitoris, her nail buried on my tummy’s side. In gratitude, she sucked on my tongue. But I wasn’t through playing.

I put a middle finger in her Swoosha, syrup-ed to perfection. I found her G-spot, just above the entrance, a soft round button directly behind her pubic mound. I tapped it like a guitar pro, alternating it with in and out motions. Now she was jabbing her tongue into my ear. I tapped my finger as fast as I could till it hurt. I knew I hit the spot when her hand grasped mine for added push. Her vaginal muscles contracted around my lucky finger. She let out a whoop that blended well with the sex movie.

She asked if I wanted some, I said sure. She unzipped my jeans and hand-jobbed me. She stared into a spot to my left for a long time, while I waited. Then, she dove.

Her mouth was so hot I thought I’d burst then and there. She was an expert, as if she had no teeth. Her tongue whipped my little head. My pubes were wet with her saliva. Slowly, pressure built up on my penis as she sucked and sucked, didn’t seem to mind how her head bobbed up and down in the sight of others. Others. I remembered her stare and checked. Wham. There they were. A lesbian coupe was intently watching us, as I watched them. They were fingering and mashing each other’s boobs. Meanwhile, my cock’s tickling told Crissie I was gonna blow. Faster she did blew, and with all the sex going on around me, I gave up, firing it straight into Crissies’s waiting mouth. She swallowed it all. She licked my Apollo, plainly for the lesbian couple’s delight, who finger fucked to a frenzy, and both were still.

Crissie brought me to her house and had me fuck her the rest of the afternoon. After that I could barely walk. She rewarded me with fried chicken, fruit salads, and hotdogs. And some take home money, which I spent back then on arcade games and more eating, one of the perks of having a rich girlfriend. That’s one of the reasons why Rick took her from me, he wanted a piece of the pie, so to speak. But he was a lesser man than me, that’s for sure.

Let Me Teach Thee 3: Sexual Stamina

{ June 5, 2007 @ 10:34 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, marriage, monogamy, sexual technique }
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To my dear and increasingly appealing Apprentice, Rodolfo Valentino,

I hath receiveth thy letters of gratitude and thou honor me so, but I hath no necessity whatsoever for the 5 heads of cattle, 20 chickens, and 15 balls of cabbages thy vassals hath brought to my chateau, for I demand no reward for my teachings save that thou give joy to thy young wife whose worldly wants ought to be fed by thee for the elevation of our race. If thou would deign to my whim, allow me to donate thy gifts to the orphanage so that we shall earn good deeds in the sight of Heaven.

I, Licuntus, hath made my former loves bathe in sweat, and beg me cease my manly rhythmic thrusts for them ladies exclaimeth they could not take mine pleasure filled phallus no more.

As for thy query o the thy problem of fatigue in thine chamber, and that thy woman lasts more in thy coupling, I have these reminders for thee.

Firstly, thou shouldst be aware women have more passion than men. Men, though, of lesser passion, burn such like an Oriental’s firecracker as if it were their last, hence, feeleth weakened despite their great size and bulging musculature.

Secondly, son, master thy breathing. Thou shalt not tense at the sight of thy love’s proffered joys for that showeth thee as befitting a selfish urchin. Be a man and man thy breaths as thou were a marching infantryman. In that manner, thy oxygen shalt not burn thy hairy firewood in so short a time, as when thou would pant like a mongrel. Regimented inhalationem et exhalationem leadeth to relaxationem, where less manly energy burneth (See Licuntus’ book, revised edition, The Law of the Conservation of Mojo.).

Thirdly, making love is not about huffing, and puffing, and blowing down the house of the three little swine. Strong and brusque movements have no place in coitus, save thou art Hercules astride Circe before the Roman populace. Well placed, gentle but firm ministrations of touch art the Art of the Harem veteran. Paint in thy mind how thou wilst caress her feminine form and leave forcefulness for last.

Lastly, try this coital position I have recently happened upon while dallying with one of my shapely maidservants. Let thy woman lie on thy feather bed, and thou seat thyself before her, ah, succulent secret lips between her pearly legs. Watch her from that height as thou occupy thyself with the oscillation of thy hips as thy Apollo slideth into her velvet darkness. With the swaying of thy waist, thou could stay like this for hours. Thou canst support thyself with thy palms or thy fists or elbows, but remember this: do not place thy weight on her. This way, both thine circulation of blood becometh unhindered and thus would not tire as the veins would be blocked and circulationem obstructed if thou rest thy gravity on thy Amazon. If thou treat her like a mattress, then thou would sleep on her while the night is young.

My, ahh, so handsome and desirable apprentice, if thou hast mastered the withholding of thy spilling of thy seed, then thou canst conserve thy passion until after thy Lady hath consumeth hers. This is most valuable when thou art past thy youthful prime. Apprentice, thy youth mayeth view this as cheating, but bear in mind of the countless endeavors thou couldst accomplish when thou conserveth thy strength. Do this, then thou wouldst seem the Atlas of lovers to thy soft and ooh, fragile lass. Dare sayeth I that this subterfuge art the testimony of thy intellect’s strength than thy member’s fantastical staying power. The important word, Son, is CONSERVATIONIS SEMENUM. Save the best for last!

Next I shall lecture thee on the sensations of fingering if thy phallus feeleth so indisposed.

Let us be skillful in almost all things we know, as our era of renaissance holdeth us to it.

Thy adoring and able bodied teacher,

Licuntus Amorlongus, El Stalliono

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