Date: Mon, 16 Jun 1997 23:33:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Man Lover <manlover@rocketmail.com>
Subject: I dream of Man-pussy

"I dream of Man-pussy"
By Man Loving

I dream of you night after night man.  I'm lonely for you dude. 
Can't
you hear me - can't you feel me?  Yes, I still get off thinking
about a
man like me, grooving with a man like you - a real man.  Fault the
fucker who turned me on to this shit.  Yea, I was just floating along
oblivious to what it was that I really wanted until he came by.  He
was
man, all-man (or so I thought).

He wined me and dined me, and called me buddy.  He taught me how to
play
b-ball, and got me hooked on sports.  He taught me stand tall, and be
proud of the gay man that I am, then he taught me how to breed.  

Did he teach me about chicks or women?  Hell, now!  The fucker was
grooming me for himself!  Damn the hell out of him for making me want
him as my bitch.  The shit turned me into a bull, then left me cold
and
blue-balled.  Worse thing is, he now thinks he's straight.  Yea, I
bet
the cunt is on his back right now legs in the air and giving some
other
dude what should be mine - mine and mine alone!

Hell yea I'm jealous - any real man would be!  Damn, he fucked me
over.
I was calling him on the job, leaving love notes in his clothes and
car.
I was fixing my life up - with his help of course.  My baby stroked
me,
told me everything I needed to hear.  Hell he was a miracle-worker. 
He
has supernatural power to pick me up out of the emotional fog I was
in
to see who I really was.  With him I had reason to live.

I craved to live one more day so I could swim the sea of color in his
eyes.  I became addicted to diving nose-first - into the dip between
his
huge pectorals, or suckling on his nipples on my way to his funky
under-arm.

"Grab that dick," he'd tell me.  That was at the beginning.  He
trained
me so well that soon, I didn't have to be told how to make him feel
like
the bitch he wanted to be.  And whenever I was up top nursing on his
huge hard man-tits like a starving baby, I'd reach down to grab that
thick throbber that bounced between his muscled legs.  I'd make him
spread his legs real wide and pull them up like a frog.  That would
make
his already long-dong look longer and more forbidding than it was.

I knew better.  Cause he liked me to leave his tits and get down
between
his legs with my mouth.  His cock never touched my ass - we never
needed
or wanted that.  What he wanted was to be a bull himself who
submitted
to the mercy of another bull.  But in doing so, he found pleasure in
being my manly cow, and I craved to be his bull.  I told him that
I'd be
his bull till death did we part, but he had other ideas.

So I sleep here alone.  I'm horny, here alone.  The dog in me cries
out
for my butch-bitch.  I'm a bull, who will be my heifer, not just for
tonight, but for forever and always?

You are out there, I know.  I know you can sense me sniffing you out.
You can see my piercing eyes boring into you.  My needs, you feel the
power of them.  My need to swallow you and pleasure you in my needs -
you know it well.  Yes, to engulf your log in my throat, to gag for
my
baby, to stretch my oral cavities to new widths for my man-slut.  I
long
to worship between you legs, your body still damp from the tongue
batch
I have given you, your muscles relaxed from the handling I gave them
from the beginning.

You can know contentment to lay there after I have pleasured myself
orally on you.  You willingly turn over on your back or stomach, as I
need.  The whole world knows you are a man - yet I know you as my
'woman' the only kind of 'woman' for me.  Yet you are not a woman at
all, you are a mystery that intoxicates me.  You let me know that you
are a man, the low growls you purr as I pleasure your body, as I
talk to
your mind - as I confess my need for a man like you.

And maybe I am peculiar too, or not so.  Some say the Bible knew of
men
like me - men who needed to be with men like we were with a woman.  I
don't know - seems like it can't be all that wrong since it didn't
say
anything about you being with me like women are with men.  Yes man,
sometimes I go crazy not being able to see a man, a real live man
underneath me - doing for me what women do for men.  Who can not love
the beauty of a man, a he-man like you who opens himself in that most
forbidden, yet most welcoming shaft to paradise.  Yea dude, you can
lay
with me like you're a woman any day!

I swear, if you'd let me, I'd fucking sniff your ass out all night
long.
I'd lick it and caress your buns man.  Let me see my spit make the
hair
in your ass-crack go flat, let me lick my meal before I eat your hole
into paradise.  The dude who left me loved that.  I'd put him so he
was
laying face-down, a pillow under his head.  I'd make him spread his
legs
real wide so that I could see the inside of his moist crack.  I'd
rest
there on my haunches, thanking God for such a mind-fucking creation,
then I'd dive in, tongue-first and cry listening to the sweet songs
of
my he-man whore begging me to eat the hell out of his cunt - I'd do
it
too.

Some nights that's all that would happen, I'd be down there as he was
going to sleep, and I'd be sniffing and lapping at his butt-hole,
feasting on his tangy flavor.  He'd grunt every so often when I
chewed
his 'lips' just right or my tongue wormed around at an obscene depth.
 
Other times, he was starving and I'd beg him to let me rest just for
a
moment so I could do him some more, so I could take his thoughts down
deep into a perverse mind-trip while my manhood slithered deep down
into
his bowls.  That's one thing I hope my next pussy-man likes.  I hope
he
gets high on talk and fantasy.

I jack off now, alone.  Why should I go down to a park, a tea-room or
jack-off club when my dick needs a steady whore?  Why can't my cock
get
what it needs - a man who will marry it, a man who will devote
himself
to receiving pleasure from it where it counts?  No, I ain't sticking
this treasure up any of them roving bitches - they're just like the
dude
who groomed me.  Somewhere out there, a he-man cunt slut wants to
find a
man like me.  He wants to come home to me for the rest of his life. 
He
wants the pleasure of going to bed with me, waking up with me, and
opening only for me.  Someday he'll come along, the manly jock, the
simple plain manly-man with a deep lonely need - providing me a home
for
my cock in his deep sucking rectum.

Someday we will make love with our minds.  I will give him that look
when we are fully dressed, grocery shopping, getting the car fixed,
working out, cleaning the house, and he will know that I love him,
all
of him - not just his pussy.  But it is in him in his hole that my
cock
finds a home.  His is the only kind of pussy, vagina, cunt, rectum,
snatch, or nooky that I desire.  My thick meaty cock should be the
only
one to baste in his soft, cock-sucking, anal canal.  It should be my
right as a man, to feel him chewing me in his tooth-less man-loving
guts.  I will try my best to honor him as I dip my wick deep into his
yawning male-cunt.  In caress him and protect him in my strong arms,
as
he submits himself to me.  I will whisper sweet things in his ears, I
will smell him, and I will breed him for the bitch he is in private.
 In
public, will honor him for the he-man he is, and the strongman I am.
 We
will be one, forever.

I dream of you baby.
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