Welcome

Wonderful for anyone who reads this and if you don’t know me here is a little bit of info which may or may not appeal to those of you judges- judging like it’s your job or your profession or some shit, like you practiced law or the laws of life and so now being the expert you are you feel it’s only neccessary to judge the rest of the world based on your ethics, morals and standards… Gimme a break! Well if you hadn’t caught on by now you are just plain stupid because using sarcasm to state my case and the facts at hand are what I do. Aside from that I don’t do much else. I love to sleep all day and stay up all night. Like most big companies are doing I myself have gone green-I carpool, use public transportation and the other dreaded option: I WALK! I live to learn to love to live- yet somehow end up taking more than I give. This here rule needn’t apply if you are a jack off or just a loser guy. Yes I’m bass ackwards this is not news so I’ll need to be more aware of the friends I chose. Because the ones who I love who love me too- wind up being the ones that I screw. It has been said, “We hurt the ones closest to us, the ones we love,” and my theory on that terrible truth is partly due to the fact of knowing what we can and can’t get away with because we know the person so well, and the other part is simple- we hurt the ones we love because WE CAN- they love us, we know it, so if we mess up, act out, or cause problems for them, we know that in a few minutes days or weeks it won’t really matter anymore. It only takes one trial and error run to figure this one out and once the rules have been set and made apparent, it then becomes almost habit to continue in this pattern. EX, our parents/ siblings/ family: we hurt them because we can! we know they love us and yes we love them too but since this type of LOVE, familial Love, is not our choice but a curse at times, we know deep down that we are stuck with this family for life without question, thus prepares the brain for future deviances, selfish behaviors and constant forgiveness. This behavior is not condoned by me nor do I wish to deliberatly hurt my peeps just because I know they will take me back. In fact, one of my missions in life is to re-train my governmentally influenced manufactured by societies past and present- brain. The brain is manufactured by society so that it can cater to society and future societies and so on and so forth. We have all been taught at an early age to not think for ourselves, to not think outside of the box so to speak, and to doubt our own instincts. “They train brains lame, to keep us all the same, when playing their little game, it keeps the masses tame, so the people don’t complain and when they do- because we know they will- their fingers point at you- they blame!!!!

I love everything, most everything in this world but I can’t stand the ones running it, who happen to be the ones ruining it, fucking it up for the rest of us.

NO- YOU DON’T KNOW EVERYTHING, AND NEITHER DO I. WE NEVER WILL.

Here is what I do know: nah just kidding- I don’t know SHIT!

Vogue Made Me a Transvestite

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Footstool, Part 2

Any inhibitions I may have had faded away as I enjoyed being responsible for the desire of four men.  None of them could compare to Jason’s gorgeous manhood but all of the lust in the room made me crazy.  I never felt so much like an object…and never dreamed I would enjoy it so much.

It all felt a little strange and surreal.  Though I couldn’t help but enjoy myself a  little part of me was sad that Jason didn’t treasure me enough to keep me for himself.  But mostly I felt honored that he prized me enough to share me with his friends.

As if he sensed what I was thinking, he announced, “Her pussy is mine, everything else is fair game.”

“Awww, come on,” Alan protested, “It’s so wet and hot.”

“Hey, she’s mine, I’m just letting you play with her so you have to follow my rules.”  Jason was dominating both them and me, how delicious.  His cock still bulged, he had removed it from his jeans and was absentmindedly stroking it.  I squirmed as my pussy longed to be filled by it.

Meanwhile, Brandon’s eyes were closed, his face a mask of ecstasy as I ran my tongue almost absentmindedly around his cock.  It was hard to concentrate on any one thing with everything that was going on around me.  Caleb had stopped spanking me and was running his finger around my asshole.  Jason smacked my face hard, bringing me back to the moment.  “Concentrate on what you’re doing, slut!”  He pushed my head toward Brandon until I gagged and held it there.

Brandon’s eyes flew open and he exclaimed, “Holy crap!”

“Look at me,” Jason demanded and I raised my eyes to meet his, “You are doing this for MY pleasure, don’t you forget that.”  He smacked my face again and I never broke eye contact with him as I resumed my concentration on Brandon’s cock.  Alan continued to play with my breasts, pinching every so often to remind me he was there.  Caleb had pushed a lubed finger into my ass while rubbing the red welts from my spanking with the other hand.  He chuckled when I gagged and my ass pushed against his finger.

“I’m coming,” Brandon exclaimed as he shot his load into my mouth.

“Oh yeah, good girl,” Jason praised, “Good little slut.  Now come with me.”  He pulled me roughly over to the couch.  He slid a condom on and asked me to climb on.  Jason clamped his hand over my mouth and I felt Caleb pushing at my ass from behind.  Even with Jason’s hand covering my mouth my scream of pain and pleasure from being filled by two cocks could be heard clearly.  I held my body still and let the orgasm tear through me when Caleb’s dick slowly found the pleasure spot deep in my ass.

Jason smacked by breast and grabbed my head to turn toward Alan who was on his knees next to us, stroking himself.  “Open wide,” he instructed, “And you better keep your teeth to yourself.”

There was nothing I could do but submit so I luxuriated in it.  I had no other function in the world than to pleasure these men but first and foremost to please Jason, to make him proud of me, to make his friends envy that he owned me.

Who knows how much time passed as I floated there, coming again and again, soaking Jason’s lap with my juices every time Alan gagged me with his cock.  The next thing I knew Jason laid me on the floor with he and his friends standing over me.  As I lay there panting, soaking and bruised they came all over me.

Somewhere in the distance I heard Jason say, “You guys can hang out or go if you want but I’m going to take her in my room for a while.”  He picked me up and laid me on his bed.  Lying next to me he held me and stroked me gently as I trembled.  “You did so well,” he murmured, “You’re my girl, my good girl.”

My shaved pussy loves to be fucked by strangers.

Hi. I’m Kate Mercer. When I’m not writing fictional erotic blog novella’s for my favorite fictional character Delaynee Sinclair, I’m writing my personal blog, hotcougartalk.blogspot dot com. It’s packed full of all of my fun, steamy sexual encounters and can be found in my RSS feed located on the right of Erotic Blog for Delaynee Sinclair. So, if you like to read erotic lit, but you want the sexual tension to build slowly, make sure you read my newest erotic novella blog, “The Sexy Stud for Hire” or my older novella blog, “The New York City Bad Boy.” However, if you want to read about my personal raunchy, steamy sexual encounters, like I said, check out my site and RSS feed. Kisses ~ Kate

Be nice on the way up ...

Be nice on the way up … … that way you won’t have to kiss ass on the way down! If the current 2008-9 crisis teaches us anything it is that fortune can turn on a dime. One day you, or the company you work for, can be on the way up, the next all can be in ruins. If that time comes, you will need all the friends you can muster. How many friends you can muster, and how solid those relationships are will depend to a high degree on how you treated people who you worked with. Namely, the people who worked for you (subordinates), the people who worked with you (colleagues and vendors), and people for whom you worked (your bosses). As Facebook, MySpace, LinkedIn and their like have shown, networks of people are valuable. Very valuable. But networks require effort to build, and effort to maintain. Maybe even tender loving care to maintain. So if you want your network to thrive, and to be there for you when fate turns your world upside down (and at some point it will, unless you are truly blessed with good luck), you’d better be nice on the way up, or else in order to survive be prepared to kiss ass on the way down! So which is it going to be? (The expression “Be nice on the way up, or be prepared to kiss ass on the way down” was passed on to me by my good friend Jean-Luc Vila, trader extraordinaire.)

… that way you won’t have to kiss ass on the way down!

If the current 2008-9 economic crisis teaches us anything it is that fortune can turn on a dime. One day you, or the company you work for, can be on the way up, the next all can be in ruins. If that time comes, you will need all the friends you can muster.

How many friends you can muster, and how solid those relationships are will depend to a high degree on how you treated people who you worked with in the past. Namely, the people who worked for you (subordinates), the people who worked with you (colleagues and vendors), and people for whom you worked (your bosses).

As Facebook, MySpace, LinkedIn and their like have shown, networks of people are valuable. Very valuable. But networks require effort to build, and effort to maintain. Maybe even tender loving care to maintain. So if you want your network to thrive, and to be there for you when fate turns your world upside down (and at some point it will, unless you are truly blessed with good luck), you’d better be nice on the way up, or else in order to survive be prepared to kiss ass on the way down! So which is it going to be?

(The expression “Be nice on the way up, or be prepared to kiss ass on the way down” was passed on to me by my good friend Jean-Luc Vila, trader extraordinaire.)

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Thursday Link Dump

The new Bud Lite “I Like To Take It In The Can” Commercial (Barstool Sports)

Grenade Alert!! 15 Hot Chicks With Really Ugly Friends (Manofest)

Possibly The Greatest Hot Tub Party Ever (I Am Bored)

10 Things That Should Not Be Laying Around the Huse if You Plan on Getting Laid (Whip it Out)

20 WTF School Lunches (Cityrag)

Good Morning Katy Perry’s Tits (Moe Jackson)

The 10 Absolutely Worst Times to Fart (Manofest)

A Dying Breed; The Top 10 White NFL Receivers of the Past 20 Years (Yep Yep)

60 Blue Eyed, Dark Haired Beauties (Coed)

Man Did Nikki Cox Used to be Smokin HOT (Funtasticus)

10 Incredibly Nasty NASCAR Crashes (Uncoached)

Poor Ashley Greene is Freezing Cold (Speed Monkey)

Another Nude Hemingway Keeps The Family Tradition Alive (Drunken Stepfather)

New FSU Cowgirl Becky Thompson Let’s The Twins Breathe (Don Chavez)

The HT Ladies of True Blood (Screen Junkies)

The 25 Most Dangerous Squirrels on Earth (Holy Taco)

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My ass is going places

For my own amusement I recently posted up flyers around town for my “lost ass”. I think I’m hilarious.

Now my ass had made it to The Chive, the Mercury Blogtown, some random guy’s Livejournal and Digg. I don’t know what Digg is but people are insulting my ass on it as we speak.

There are comments about wanting to find it and fuck it, comments saying that it’s obviously a man ass and a few that accuse me of posting the flyers, taking a pic and sending it to Digg myself just to get on the front page. Ha!!! For the record, I stole that pic off of the dude’s livejournal. He saw the flyer around town and took that picture. So ha ha, dicks.

I’m awesome.

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