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Internal Orifice Politics 3
11:47AM on July 07, 2008

 Internal Orifice Politics 3
Know your Obsession
“Rush, rush, rush, you know if the idiots from the contracts department would spend less time screwing around they wouldn’t always have us rushing their mail. Richard, are you listening?” “Yes Stephanie, it’s the same speech as the last hundred times. Beside if they are idiots doesn’t that include your girlfriend?” “She’s not my girlfriend she’s …” “The target of your obsessions?” “You’re an asshole.” “I know this.” The mail room at OvaCorp was usually pretty quiet, but once and awhile the contracts department would hold their mail til the last minute and it was always a massive shipment. “You would think they are up there f*&^ing instead of working!” If Stephanie only knew. She did have one bright ray of sun in dealing with them….Becky. She had been working there for about 6 months; she had caught Stephanie’s eye and heart instantly. There was a couple small problems with it though, Becky was very shy and quiet and was not a lesbian.

“How do you know she ain’t one of yours?” “One of mine?” “Yeah the beaver eaters of America.” “Oh ha, ha funny DICK!, I told you I over heard her telling someone about her ex-boyfriend.” “ And you make my case for me. If he’s an ex how do you know she hasn’t file for her muff diver’s license?” “ I guess I never thought of it that way.” “Of course not, you were too busy sneaking around after close to sniff her seat.” “You only caught me doing that once!” “But I still caught you.” Richard held his hand up and sniffed at it mockingly. “Drop it. Or if you want I can tell a certain boss about you putting Richard Bustin brand “creamer” in his coffee.” Richard stopped mid-sniff and put his hand back down slowly. “I still can’t believe your parents gave you that name Richard
Bustin, you’re Dick Bustin!” “It’s not funny….well ok it is, but still lay off.” “Oh look a torn contract I’ll have to run this up to contracts to get a reprint.” “Yeah, yeah, have fun padlicker.” “Bite me you walking talking strap-on.”

Stephanie practically skipped to the elevator, she could feel her furry slit getting moist as she thought about Becky. “I bet she has a thick bush of natural red hair, god I want to run my tongue up her milky white thigh. I would lick, suck, and slurp her twat til she sprayed my face with her love….” The elevator doors opened and Stephanie realized two things. One she was grinding her hips and getting wet enough for it to show, and two Becky was right there! “Oh the mail room clerk just who I wanted.” Steph’s pre moistened pussy jumped at these words. “I sent down the wrong copy of a…..Oh good I see you found it already, sorry if it inconvenienced you at all.” Steph came back to reality. “Oh uh no it, its ok I uh had to go uh upstairs anyway for a um thing.” Stephanie’s legs were trembling as she stepped on the elevator with Becky. The doors closed and they started the 12 floor ascent.

“It’s not fair!” Steph thought as she looked at the petite redhead in the elevator. She was wearing a mid-length brown skirt with a yellow blouse. Steph could see the light blue bra through the button holes, and as her gaze shifted downward she realized. “No panty lines!” Things in her brain went from bad to worse as she could no longer hold back. She pushed the stop button between floors 7 and 8, vacant floors where no one ever went. “What are you doing?” “This!” Stephanie said as she pushed Becky against the back of the elevator. With her right hand she held Becky’s hands against her chest, the other hand went immediately up Becky’s skirt. “You shave?” Steph said. As she raised her head to look at Becky she was head butted. It was hard, real hard Steph fell to the floor.

“What you think just because I’m a nice girl I’m an easy prey?!?” “I,I,I’m ssssorry I dddon’t know wwhat came over mmme.” Becky who seemed soft and weak reached down and proved otherwise as she grabbed Steph’s hair and raised her head. “If your gonna tease then your gonna finish slut!” Becky said as she straddled Steph’s face raised her skirt and forced Steph’s mouth onto her smoothly shaved snatch. “You want it so bad dyke? You want you molest me and try to make me the bitch? I don’t think so, now lick!” Steph’s tongue went out like it was trying to escape. She could taste the excitement in Becky’s pussy. It was hot and pulsing with the thrill of domination. Becky ground her crotch hard into Steph’s face. “Slide your pants down and finger yourself since you want to touch pussy so bad.” Stephanie did, she was too afraid not to. This woman had essentially took her down with one hit and was now doing to her what she wanted to do to Becky.

She continued licking and sucking the now engorged cunt, her clit was larger than most and Steph although scared was immensely enjoying sucking on it. She kept flicking teasing and munching the box until Becky pushed her head in hard. “She’s cumming!” Steph thought. As soon as the thought had been made Becky released her juices, Stephanie panicked at first because the amount was more than she had ever had before and thought she was going to drown. Steph swallowed over and over and it just seemed to keep going, finally it stopped and Becky let go of her head. It hit the bottom of the elevator with a thud, Becky let her skirt back down and looked at Steph lying on the floor panting looking scared and relieved at the same time. “I own you now, You got that?” Stephanie nodded. “Now pull your goddamn pants up and stand up!” Steph did and immediately received the most powerful slap she had ever seem, heard, or felt, across her face.

“Who owns you?” Becky screamed “yyyyouu ddddoo.” Came Stephanie’s shaky reply. “My ex-boyfriend couldn’t follow instructions so I got rid of him, you however started this and you will learn to obey.” With that Becky pulled the stop button and pressed B1 for the mail room floor. Steph stood quivering, Becky put an arm around her tilted her chin up and kissed her, then licked the excess juices off her face. “Your going to do just fine, as long as you behave I won’t have to do this to you again.” “ I actually kinda liked it except the head butt and the slap.” Steph said still trembling. The doors opened and Richard was standing there. “Jesus, Mary Frances! What the fuck happened to you?” “She fell…hard.” Becky replied, Steph just grinned then winced, her cheek still hurt. “ You are the only broad I know that can fall that hard in an elevator, come on lets sit you down.” Steph stepped out as Richard took her by an arm. “Bye guys careful around elevators Stephanie.” Becky said as she waved and the doors closed. “God kiddo look at your forehead! And why do I smell fish?” Steph just sat there smiling as Richard went to get her an icepack.
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Internal Orifice Politics #2
9:14AM on July 01, 2008

 Internal Orifice Politics #2
The Back Door to Success

Michael Bintzki had worked the same boring job for fifteen years. He sat day in and day out checking contracts for errors and loopholes the company would lose out from. Most of his co-workers were far from spectacular, hell they weren’t even classically handsome. His manager was Ms. Whitmer, oh sure she was good looking for a female but what did that do for Michael? Stacy Whitmer, “Bitch probably slept her way to her position.” Michael thought as he watched her call James into the office again. “The best looking one here and he is a complete fuck up.” He said to himself. He was suddenly snapped out of his thought by the feeling of water running over the edge of his cup. “Shit.” He exclaimed as several heads popped out of the cubicles, he could hear the muffled snickers of his co-workers. When he first got the job he was a go getter, working hard to make a name for himself. “Don’t bother. No one pays attention to us.” He was told. For the first six years he worked to prove them wrong, but he didn’t

From his name constantly misspelled in company newsletters, to being passed over for promotions because the company wanted someone who, “Thought outside the box.” Whatever the hell that meant. He sat at his desk staring at the monitor trying to remember whether this was his twentieth or twenty-first game of solitaire today. Then he heard the one thing that pushed him just over the line called too far. “Attention people I want you all to congratulate James Clary. James has been a dynamic part of his team and for that he will be getting his own office.” There were immediate stares of contempt from over cubicle walls as the half-assed claps and congratulations were given. A loud bang came from Michael’s desk as he hit his head on his keyboard. “This was the last straw.” He thought as he grabbed a box and started stuffing his belongings in it. ”We’ll see how quick they notice I’ve left, but first a stop in the executive restroom upstairs.”

Michael was a man on a mission. People thought women can be bitches when pissed, then hadn’t met the wrath of a proud gay man. He had gotten a key from a friend in maintenance a few months back but never had the balls to use it. Now it was different, now it was revenge, revenge against a company that treated the workers like office furniture. He unlocked the door and flung it open with a resounding thud. He was stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a tall handsome man standing at the sink. “New guy huh?” The man said. “Yeah, something like that.” Michael replied. “Name is Richard Pennington; I am the president of the company. You are?” “Michael Bintzki contracts department.” “Oh thank god they finally got rid of that woman with the tacky shoes.” Maybe it was that sentence, or the lavender shirt he was wearing, or the way he moved when he spoke, but at that moment Michael realized. The president of the company is gay!, and worse he could not help but tell this Adonis the truth. “No I work for the woman with tacky shoes, I uh got the key from a friend.” “I see, and is this a close friend?” “What?, no just a friend.” “Well I am going to be rather forward. I am looking for a new ASSistant and I have a thing for older guys. You’re what forty-one?” “Forty-two sir.” “Perfect I think we could work well together if you think you could fill the opening I have.”

With that Richard undid his belt. Michael’s once bored penis sprang to life tenting his pants. “My aren’t we over staffed?” Richard said looking at the protruding trouser front. “Glad to see I was right in my instincts, and now let me show you a trick to keep unwanted interruptions from happening.” Richard walked to Michael and as he turned the deadbolt to locked on the now closed door he smiled and slid his key in the top of the lock. “It’s a special feature I had built in for privacy from other executives.” Michael could feel his legs tremble as he stared into the eyes of this beautifully powerful man. “I say we see just how many positions you can fill, but first.” With that Richard dropped to his knees and unzipped Michael’s pants using his teeth. Then pulling out the throbbing member, he licked his lips then proceeded to take all eleven and a half inches into his mouth and partially down his throat. He sucked and licked and slurped the perfectly aged meat. Michael’s body was quivering, it had been years since he had gotten oral and it was not close to this good. He was about to cum and Richard must have sensed it because he stopped.

He then stood up and dropped his pants to reveal his commando status. “I would much rather feel your juices in my rear than have cum breath during my lunch meeting, I hope you don’t mind.” With out saying a word Michael spun him around bent him over and forced his pulsing rod into Richard’s ass. He was like a crazed dog. He rammed his cock in over and over. Finally he felt his balls tighten as his white gold became buried treasure in Richard’s rump. As he pulled out he felt Richard tightening his muscles so that he wouldn’t lose a drop of the gift he had received. “Thank you I needed that.” Richard said standing back up, Michael chuckled a bit. “What?” “Well you see I have worked here fifteen years and it seems I have always been on the receiving end of that.” Richard laughed then said. “I will see you in my office at two o’clock, now go get lunch or have a drink.” “Yes sir” Michael said as he left the bathroom. “Wow eleven in the morning and this is the already the best day I’ve had in a long, long time.” He thought. I guess sometimes it’s the boss that does the sucking up.

Internal Orifice Politics #1
5:39AM on June 28, 2008

 Internal Orifice Politics

James sat staring at his boss; she was chewing him out for some botched contract, or report, something he really wasn’t listening. Of course who could blame him?, here he was sitting in an office with a goddess of a woman, a woman who was treating like a dog. He loved being the submissive one and she unknowingly played right into his game. Every now and then he would purposely screw something minor up that he knew she would catch and berate him for. As she would talk in her stern abrupt voice she would lean forward in her chair asking him. “Are you trying to get yourself fired?” His head would nod no but in actuality it was following the hypnotizing sway of her full breasts behind her blouse. About once a month he would notice she would not wear a bra and tried to do something above and beyond, so she would pull him in the office and have a long chat with him about his improvements or some shit like that. One day he was sitting through an ass chewing about him stapling the wrong copies together and his mind just wondered off to a fantasy.
He was in her office but she was not chewing him out, no he was sitting beside her on his knees wearing a collar. Every now and then she would ask. “Are you a good boy James, or are you a piece of trash?” He responded. “I am what my master tells me I am, for I am my master’s pet and she decides my worth.” This would get him a pat on the head or if she was being generous she would allow him to massage her feet. When he would speak out of turn, or do something bad she would whip him with his leash, and he would thank her for correcting him. At one point he touched her smooth leg without her approval and she became quite irate. “What are you doing you filthy animal? Did I give you permission to touch my leg?” He shrank back from her, but she would not have it. She pulled his leash hard and his face ended up inches from her crotch. He could smell the hot wet love mound through the business style skirt.
He started to pant, she noticed this and said. ”You want this?, tough this is for good boys. Though I think I can motivate you.” She sat back down, he could see she wasn’t wearing panties just the thigh high stockings. She spread her legs and slid a finger up her leg pulling the skirt higher. She was now fully exposed to him and he was hard as stone at the sight of her shaved hole. She sucked on a finger then slipped it into her wet snatch. She slid the finger in and out of the glistening hole, as she got more excited she added another finger, then another til all four were entering her and pleasuring her. James reached to undo his pants to unzip them so he could relieve his cock of its throbbing stress. She jerked the leash. “No you will watch and learn that when you are bad you don’t get pleasure.” He obeyed. She continued to slide her fingers into her, occasionally focusing on her clit, flicking and pinching it. She would arch her back and moan every so often.
James wanted to taste her snatch so bad now, his cock was so hard it hurt. She finally stopped and slid her fingers out. They were dripping with her juices she held them under James’ nose. “Sniff bitch this is what you miss out on when you are bad.” He sniffed deeply, the scent of her twat made his cock jump in his pants. She pulled her hand away and raised it to her mouth and licked it clean. “Are you going to be a good boy from now on? James are you listening to me?” James jumped realizing his daydream had ended and she was asking him a question. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch that last part.” He said. “I asked if you thought I liked yelling at you?, Do you really think I like being this way?” “I hope so.” He replied without thinking. “Really?” She crossed her arms making her breast rise.
“I mean no Ms. Whitmer.” She looked at him harshly. “Get back to work and no more screw ups!” “Yes ma’am” He stood up failing to realize that the throb of his cock wasn’t just in his dream. She was eye level with the bulge of him man meat and couldn’t take her eyes from it. “James SIT!” He did immediately. “Good boy.” She said as she stood and closed the door to the office and shut the blinds. She went back to her desk and sat down. She opened the bottom right drawer and tossed something on the desk. It was a collar and leash, they both looked up at each other as smiles spread across both their faces. I hope James learned a few things from his day dream.

When swinging becomes cheating
3:58AM on June 27, 2008

When is swinging cheating?

So as I was sitting trying to figure out ideas for a new blog and reading e-mails I got to thinking. Swinging has become more and more a common practice among couples in tune with sexuality, but when is swinging cheating? “Christians” want us to believe that God will punish anyone who commits adultery, however they also want us to believe that the bible is historically accurate, do you remember a mention of dinosaurs in the bible? Last I check that thing covered the creation of the earth but no mention of fifty foot tall lizards, cavemen, or mammoths, but we have physical proof of their existence. The other thing about “Christians” they like to change meanings to suit their purposes. I was speaking to someone about my life in general and told them I live with my girlfriend and we have been intimate on more than one occasion, though not so much lately but that will wait. He stopped me and said that God will punish us if we continue that adultery is one of the ten commandments and that was adultery. My first rule of discussing religion, don’t do it with idiots. Webster sites Adultery as

adultery
Main Entry: adul•tery
Pronunciation: \ə-ˈdəl-t(ə-)rē\
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural adul•ter•ies
Etymology: Middle English, alteration of avoutrie, from Anglo-French avulterie, from Latin adulterium, from adulter adulterer, back-formation from adulterare
Date: 15th century
: voluntary sexual intercourse between a married man and someone other than his wife or between a married woman and someone other than her husband; also : an act of adultery

We’re not married therefore not adulterers, we may be guilty of lust though, so what.
I bet God also didn’t plan for pastors to sleep with the wives of congregation members, priests to molest alter boys, and churches to build basketball courts inside the chapel and have casino nights.

So back to the subject with the first point. When a person cheats on their significant other or spouse they are having sexual relations with someone outside of their relationship. Swinging however is not cheating because you are bringing the people into the relationship. When does the swinging go to far though? If a couple swings with another couple or a single person on a regular basis, does it not become ingrained in the minds of those involved that it is acceptable to have relations? So if a man hasn’t gotten action from his S.O. for whatever reason , but does get it from a regular swing partner is it cheating? I mean he has had it programmed in his mind that his SO is aware that he and the other have sex, so why should he have to tell his SO every time?

Second point if a couple swings and has for a while, then one decides that they don’t want to anymore, is it their right to say to the other, “I don’t want to swing anymore and you can’t either or it’ll be cheating.” , I mean consider the mind set there. On one hand you have {partner A} who loves the attention they get from their partners being told you can’t have that pleasure anymore. On the other you have {partner B} who has become distant to the lifestyle and wants it to stop. Can partner B really just pull the plug and expect partner A to just go against a trained response of receiving that attention? Can anyone blame partner A if they choose to continue a lifestyle they enjoy?

Third point where sex stops being sex and starts being love, let’s use some names in this set. John and Margie swing regularly with Robert and Violet, they always have a great time together. One day John and Margie have a fight and Margie runs to Robert for moral support and advice. He provides her a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, and words of hope and wisdom. John and Margie patch things up, but now Margie can’t stop thinking how kind Robert was and feelings start to stir. They keep on with the lifestyle, but as they do Margie more and more wants Robert and only Robert. She still loves John but the nature of the love has changed for her, she is depressed constantly when they aren’t swinging, and practically throws herself on Robert when she sees him. It is at this point, the point where the emotional attachment has changed, that it becomes cheating. She no longer loves the man she is with but won’t leave, and loves the man she can have but not for keeps. When emotions become a part of the swinger’s lifestyle and attachments deeper than friendship are formed that is when it is no longer swinging but a voyeuristic cheating.

Back to point one.
Yes a partner should have to have permission EVERY TIME they want to have relations with a swing partner regular or not. If your SO is not aware of your actions then you are cheating, and deep down you are aware of it because you feel it when you look at your partner.

Point two.
If one partner no longer wants to be a part of the lifestyle then it is that partner’s responsibility to discuss it with their SO. At no time should one just decide for both, that sows the seeds of resentment and rebellion. The person no longer wanting that life needs to communicate their feelings of why so the SO can understand and either agree or decide a new path. It is the responsibility of the SO to communicate their feelings of why they need that attention. If the two cannot agree on the matter and cannot reach a compromise then it is usually best to have a parting of ways, because built up resentments can be truly terrible things.

Point three
In the lifestyle sex is the attachment, filling the void of lust. However if one partner starts to gain a deeper feeling for the person who is not their SO, it becomes that persons responsibility to speak up and tell their SO about the feelings. Again resentment is an ugly thing and to resent someone for something that is not their fault, well that just borders on shallow and insane.

I love to hear back from my readers positive or negative, and as always my duckies.
Be yourself, Be proud to be who you are, Let go of the bad things repeat the good, and live a happy life!!!

The meanings of words
11:00AM on June 25, 2008

Have you noticed through the last decade or so meanings of words seem to get looser and looser? First we'll start big. Hero, nowadays children are being taught that anyone who does their job is a hero. I am an EMT I am not a hero, yes I have been in dangerous situations and saved lives, but that's my job it doesn't make me a hero. One TV show I have seen that irritates the piss out of me is Higgleytown Hero's, you gotta be f$*%ing kidding me! They call gardeners, pizza guys, tailors, and piano tuners heroes. They aren't they are just doing their job, but I suppose when you base your whole KIDS show off of heroes you kinda run out quick if you stick to real heroes. {Inner-city cops, Firefighters, SOLDIERS, single parents working two jobs to make it and still able to spend time with their kids, and people who do for others WITH OUT COMPENSATION!, if you are a tailor and you fix a pair of pants and get paid guess what?, you're no hero your just a guy doing your job. {Unless you are sewing the crotch back on to a soldiers uniform in the middle of a fire fight then you might be a hero by association.

Next we have Parents. Parents used to be the people who conceived or adopted, then cared for, raised, provided a roof over the head, food in the tummy, and clothes on the back and occasional discipline when required. Now they call any one who breeds a parent. I will use my family as an example. I have an aunt stuck up and often verbally abusive who had two kids by a black man she never married, no biggie, then he left and she found another man a, white guy. She suckered this poor bastard into marrying her and raising the kids as his own, no surprise the marriage didn’t last and she took it out on the girls. Even after the split she continued to tell the girls that he was the father. Now both the girls were obviously black and here they were being told your mom is white your dad is white you’re just a mistake. Well skip a few years and the oldest daughter finds out the truth, runs away, tries to become a model, ends up a cheap fluff girl, then a hooker doing her thing for what ever injectable drug she could score. The youngest daughter gets emancipated at age 16, moves out, gets pregnant her last year of high school, finishes but hooks back up with the guy who “donated the sperm”, he takes all her money beats her bloody and ditches. During this time their “PARENT” is enjoying the company of a fairly wealthy man yet not offering to help the daughters she spent so many years screwing up and too this day has not acknowledged her part in their dysfunctions.. I propose a change in the naming if you are a fully active caring part of your child’s life you are a parent. If you are partially active and care enough to pay your child support you’re a father / mother. If you pay just enough child support to stay out of jail and you have no clue what age your kid is or their name you’re a sperm/egg donor. And if you don’t pay don’t acknowledge and don’t care then you are the dog crap on the shoe of society.

Next up is art this will be short. An I-beam that has been twisted to look like scrap is not art. Garbage is not art unless used to make a sculpture, painting, or mural. Feces even if sculpted, painted, used to paint, or used in a mural IS NOT ART! Jeebus on a freakin cracker people why would you pay to see some dudes crap? You know what is art though and doesn’t get the recognition it deserves? Tattoos, piercing, body mods, graffiti and tags. {For those not hip tags are graffiti in which the artist incorporates their name or alias.}

And since this is getting longer than anticipated I will go to my last one the one that started this episode.
REDHEADS! Ladies if it came from a bottle your not a red head. If you are claiming to be one and want to be a bare it all person either. 1 dye the rug to match the freakin curtains or 2. Shave that thing smooth. It pisses me off to no end to have some dumb ass call them selves a red head and half way through my …viewing pleasure they camera gets to the cooch and it is a bush black as night. Don’t try to be what you aren’t there is nothing more disappointing to a person than to find out that they are not getting what they believed they were getting. Whether it is material, sexual, emotional, or visual.

So all in all be yourself , learn from the bad, repeat the good, and live life to the fullest!!