Sadism Sunday

July 1, 2018

I’m two seconds away from castrating you with my heel.

Christina Lauren
Beautiful Bastard

Those Halloween Snacks

October 30, 2017

He’s better off without this, believe me, he is…

Who’d have thought he could taste so good…?

Oh, so, so tasty – a whole new take on “fast food”…

All the lot. Their spunk is gone dead. Motor-cars and cinemas and aeroplanes suck that last bit out of them. I tell you, every generation breeds a more rabbity generation, with India rubber tubing for guts and tin legs and tin faces. Tin people! It’s all a steady sort of bolshevism just killing off the human thing, and worshipping the mechanical thing. Money, money, money! All the modern lot get their real kick out of killing the old human feeling out of man, making mincemeat of the old Adam and the old Eve. They’re all alike. The world is all alike: kill off the human reality, a quid for every foreskin, two quid for each pair of balls. What is cunt but machine-fucking! — It’s all alike. Pay ’em money to cut off the world’s cock. Pay money, money, money to them that will take spunk out of mankind, and leave ’em all little twiddling machines.

D.H. Lawrence
Lady Chatterley’s Lover


It’s been a year.

I still fantasize regularly about cutting off your penis and ball sac…

True Wife Confession

DIY Birth Control…

February 9, 2016


Never Kiss a Fat Girl

December 29, 2015


I’m not talking about the pleasingly plump,
I’m talking about the ready-for-slaughtering,
government-inspected variety,

one of which I ended up with the other night.

It was my first night out in a while
and I’m afraid I grossly overdid the old libations.
The girl (like Everest, in more senses than one)
was simply there.
At closing I escorted her to her car
and then I made one of the larger mistakes of my life:
I got in the car.

After a few minutes she drew away and said,
“You’ll have to go easy with me;
I’ve been faithful to my husband for six years.”
I said that was okay
and went back at the tits.

There was something unusual about them though;
even in the condition I was in I could tell that.
The mystery was solved when she drew away again
and said, “I don’t have any nipples.”

That called for some sort of a policy statement on my part
and I guess what I said was that it didn’t matter,
but that was an abject lie
because one of the things that turns me on most
is playing with a girl’s nipples
and furthermore this particular girl
was pretty much all tit to begin with.

So I got out of the car shortly thereafter
and the next morning the throbbing in my temples
was the least of my headaches.

Now I run into her at every turn,
the food machines, outside the men’s room,
lurking in the parking lot
and skulking by the elevators.

She left me a note today
inquiring if I wouldn’t like
to take her to the movies.

I try to treat her with civility
but I know that her wrath will not be mollified

until she’s left scar tissues
where my own erectile tissue used to be.

Gerald Locklin




solving the problem