reflections

Praising the Nipples

by ethan walker

There was a girl who loved me to pinch her nipples. It was the only way she would have an orgasm. She loved strawberry ice cream and wanted to be a nurse. She was into anatomy and the functions of the human body. She loved ER and watched it religiously. She said life was about helping others and doing good. My being a bit self-centered, this seemed simplistic and naive. Yet, I listened to her sageful, saintly words because they arrived from the mouth of heaven. The nipple pinching also could involve my biting them slightly while banging. She appeared sweet and clear. Like the church chicks you see with pleasant smiles and helpful ways. I dug her because she was very nice and had no negative words for anyone. Whereas, I can be blunt and sarcastic, she was nurturing and forgiving. Yes, but she is beautiful and popular, so it's easier to be nice to the bitches and assholes I suppose. Although I'm popular and hot too. Life is different for girls though. With her delicate fine features, petiteness, and being as tight as an asian chick. Think Reece Witherspoon with Jennifer Love Hewitt's personality. Ah, yes, it's easy to love the pretty people. Especially when she's like that inside too. Which unfortunately is atypical in the world.

Some of you would be judgemental because she was having sex while presenting herself like this to everyone. Fuck you bastards.  Don't be a hypocrite. You're all grabbing your crotches when no one is looking having secret fantasies. She will always be better than most of us. Because she truly cares. It's not posturing.

Her nipples are pointy. I love that. They stick out like pencil erasers. Almost half an inch. With medium sized ariolas. I recall riding in the back seat of a white T Bird with my friend and his girlfriend near Christmas, slow driving through one of those special streets in town that devote themselves to ostentatious light displays. I had my hand under her blouse as Christmas music played, and I squeezed and caressed her B cup titties, and pinched those nipples. She held back a gasp. See this scene: Parents and kids, couples walking down the sidewalks, a Santa waves and hands out candy canes, Christmas music blares from the houses and yards, flashing cameras, and the local news crew. All the while, I'm squeezing her sweet little peaches, hoping no one catches on. My friend Kevin saw though. He was on the passenger side and glanced. My babydoll never saw that, thank God.

She is a couple years older than me and has already started her nursing career. I saw her last week while visiting my favorite professor in the hospital. She was talking to a group of other nurses with such an authority as she glanced up over one of their shoulders and locked eyes with me. I gave her the cool wave, holding my hand still. She continued talking and then the chicks walked away. It impressed me and maybe aroused me too, that she was so professional. She made a gesture while adjusting her blouse, touching her breast very lightly. We had a moment, smiled, and she rushed away still quite busy.

She's engaged to a 26 year old real estate broker. He's very dorky, but he must have something going on because she can find the best in everyone. Since she would never cheat, I may never see those perfect nipples again. God knows I still see them in my dreams. Shit, I love those nipples.

Copyright © 2005 Ethan Walker  All rights reserved.

The Enchanted asses

*A Short Story*

By Ethan Sean Walker

I awoke to the vision of four asses hovering above me.

2.

Turning drowsily to the left, I was drawn to the floor where a golden ass shined

brightly. The ass beckoned me to come over to gaze upon its beauty. 

I crawled across the carpet sheepishly and touched the ass with my lips. Wherein I

realized it was a nubian princess who tasted like chocolate.

3.

I stumbled into the corridor where another ass floated towards the parlor slowly.

I followed without will.

4.

The ass spoke beyond words, beyond sound, deep into my subconscious. Telling me

my mission, my duty on this plane. I felt so faraway yet here.

5.

I began to vibrate to a different frequency when my eyes opened to another

grouping of asses. It was Shelly's angelic face appearing within the circle.

6.
 

*Poof* *Flash*

I was on the veranda now. Shelly sparkled with anticipation. I was dizzy and rebuffed her.

7.

Feeling shame, she punished herself in her cage. "No Shelly, NO!!! I DO want your ass!" I exclaimed.

8.

Chloe appeared and offered me her ass. "No Chloe, please help me...Shelly is vexed." I whispered.

9.

Shelly arrived in the den prompting me to mount her ass with a forceful gaze.

I relented to her wishes and gleefully sodomized her.

10.

She thanked me for her orgasms and vanished in a bright light.

 I then knew I had been visited by the ass angels and felt very blessed.

Now my chosen path was clear, my mission understood.

Thank you, thank you, oh THANK YOU, Ass Angels.

Later I wept many happy tears as I masturbated.

FINI

Copyright © 2004 Ethan Walker  All rights reserved.

EDIT// Been busy my babies...I miss you all.

Bangably yours,

Ethan

Hotterboy Hiatus

Ethan the Scientist

by ethan walker

My friend Steve's dad is a doctor. A couple years ago we were chillin' at his house and he showed me the pharmacy room. Stacks and stacks of pharmaceutical samples in boxes. Given to patients when they need to get happy. Prozac, paxil, wellbrutin, zoloft, and many others types. All in small boxes in sheets of push-out foil. This is the free type given to patients to make them dependant so they'll continue taking it and pay later. Drug company's make billions from that shit. Being a young, shaggy haired boy, I think I uttered 'woah dude' at this visage.

Not ever being a drug user too much, it seemed evil that people are given pseudo pleasure by the medical establishment to escape their problems in life. Also, being the impulsive boy, I decided to try an experiment and take paxil for awhile to see what happened.

It said in the pamphlet that it took nine days to take effect. One pink pill of 10 milligrams a day. No effect the first day. Nothing. I continued everyday with one tablet for a week, still nothing at all.

And then on the 9th day, like something magical, I woke up all happy. Although I'm mostly always happy anyway. This happy was different. Not drugged. No feeling of being high. Just fucking happy. It wasn't the placebo effect either because I had determined that it wasn't going to work on me.

I had seen those lame commercials about this being used for depression and phobias. I haven't, and had none of that shit. This was an experiment baby, and I was digging it.

My former psycho girlfriend started going off on me like she did daily, and I felt happy. It didn't bum me out or bring me down,  get me upset at all. I was immune to any negative feelings. It was perpetual sunshine.

But there was a side effect. It happened when I was banging on that. I was having difficulty climaxing. I couldn't get there, and would continue to stay rock hard rigid for hours while having sex. Almost 5 hours, several times thinking it was going to happen and it didn't. She enjoyed this temporary condition fully, having many, many orgasms. It was bothering me though. Yes, even when bothering me I was still happy.

I immediately knew it must be the paxil and stopped that day. The effects took awhile to wear off though. In the mean time I enjoyed many days of bliss. Everyday I banged or masturbated trying to cum. It wouldn't happen. Finally after a week, like it said in the literature, the substance left the blood. I was worried that maybe it caused some permanent condition and I would be stuck in orgasm limbo.

Then like a blessing from the angels, I came like, almost, half a cup over my babydoll's face and hair. It was a beautiful sight.

Something else happened. It seems to have given me the super power ability to control the mechanism of ejaculation. I can control when I cum and even time it down to the minute. This has made me very popular with the ladies. Although, I have a girlfriend now and won't share these benefits with others.

Copyright (c) 2005 Ethan Walker  All Rights Reserved.

continuing the theme...   sevenkox: No, I'm not emo. sevenkox:I'm emu. gabygoeson: Ha sevenkox: No, not the bird. sevenkox: The word. gabygoeson: word? sevenkox: Yeah, it's korean for blow job. sevenkox: My penis likes that word. gabygoeson: really now sevenkox: Yeah, although I'm not asian, my penis speaks in many tongues. gabygoeson: hahaha.. he does? sevenkox: Yup, he's a genius.

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