{"id":19790,"date":"2012-08-10T20:05:38","date_gmt":"2012-08-11T03:05:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/oooorgle.com\/BeyondTheCorral\/?p=19790"},"modified":"2015-08-10T05:39:56","modified_gmt":"2015-08-10T12:39:56","slug":"just-why-i-dont-call-any-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oooorgle.com\/BeyondTheCorral\/just-why-i-dont-call-any-more\/","title":{"rendered":"Just Why I Don’t Call Any More"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"NoState.com<\/a> | Some years ago I met a beautiful and passionate young woman. She was smart, articulate, sassy and had a twinkle in her eye that would floor anyone. She also had an awesome, sweet dog whom nobody could fail to love. We had dinner and a chat, and then went to walk her dog for a while before the night ended.<\/p>\n

So here I am, on the dog-walking-adventure, mostly thinking \u201czomg what a great ass on this girl\u201d, my eyes and other bits doing the necessary tracking. Meanwhile, suddenly, lovely doggie-friend goes bounding off into the bushes, clearly away from the marked path. \u201cDOGGIEGIRLIE!!!\u201d screams my delightfully-packaged sexmuse, and when her dog comes back to her, timid, smacks her on the nose. \u201cNO, BAD GIRL!\u201d (edited here for emotion).<\/p>\n

\u2026 Intermission, ~4 months \u2026<\/p>\n

Yeah, so, then we went off and took doggiegirl on long fun walks in the nature, and we kissed and we screwed. And my muse asked me things like \u201cwhat are your dreams?\u201d and I said, in her context, \u201cI don\u2019t have any,\u201d and she was confused, a bit, but more disappointed.<\/p>\n

~ Insert ASCII art of a boat ~<\/p>\n

So, I came back, and within a few days it was time for her birthday. So, I went to hers and she picked me up, on the way to her folks\u2019, and gave me a cake to hold. And I held the cake, there in the passenger seat, still hot for her body and her twinkles.<\/p>\n

And during the afternoon backyard birthday celebration at her parents\u2019 place, we interacted with another young couple, wife and slug and their year-old daughter. Wife dominated, slug dribbled. He wore all white because she wore all white, and he recorded video constantly because she wanted to watch it. And when this sweet little girl, just a year old, toddled into the garden and into the planters, playing with bark and rocks and worms and all the amazing things only a child can see in a patch of dirt, her mother SCREAMED to her, \u201cget out of there! it\u2019s dirty!\u201d and then presented an ultimatum in the form of a very nasty gesture. Mom said, \u201cokay, I\u2019m going away, since you\u2019re being so awful,\u201d and she walked out of her daughter\u2019s sight behind the house. Her daughter instantly broke into tears and began casting about in search of mom. Some minutes later, mom came back around the house, took up her daughter and dried her tears.<\/p>\n

All-white manipulating mom had a testimony to give relating to how she\u2019d just treated her own daughter, which went something like this: \u201cBRRRZZZTFFWAAK BARATA NIKTO,\u201d and which her evenly white-clad slave-husband videoed diligently.<\/p>\n

And my sassy, twinkly, hot-assed lover said something like: \u201cWell, she\u2019s a little girl, and she\u2019s got to learn.\u201d And then laughed. And then all the people around the table laughed, except me.<\/p>\n

And that\u2019s why I don\u2019t call her any more.<\/p>\n

By Mike Gogulski<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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