THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT.

The end of the world is near! The prophecies of are clear! Time has come to an end!

How do I know this? Because Barry FUCKING Bonds just pass George Herman "Babe" Ruth for second on the all-time home run list.

GREAT FUCKING GOD, WHY HAVE YOUR FORSAKEN ME AND MY LOVE FOR THE GAME OF BASEBALL! WHY HAVE YOU ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN. WHY HAVE THE BASEBALL GODS LET ME DOWN.

He stood there, in his usuall arrogant self, and watched the ball clear the right-center field fence. He troted around, in his arrogant swagger, and tried to look humble.

At the post-game press confrence, he tried to sound humble, and simple, and and bask in the thought that there people out there who call him the greatest player ever. WRONG!

If Fuck face Barry was the greatest player, wouldn't you think that he would have been in the World Series every fucking year, since his rookie year of 1986? He's only been in one.

If Fuck face Barry was the greatest player, wouldn't you thing that he would have won at least ONE, one, one, 1, UNO, World Series ring. The Giants lost that series to the Angels in 2002.

If Fuck face Barry was the greatest player, wouldn't you thing that he would have more that three years of 40 or more stolen bases. He currently ranks 30th with 506, 900 behind another fuck face, Ricky Henderson with 1,406

If Fuck face Barry was the greatest player, wouldn't come closer to Ted Williams single season batting average of .409, set back in 1941. The highest he has hit was .370 in 2002.

If Fuck face Barry was the greatest player, wouldn't you think that he would have gotten at least one base hit in 57 consecutive games? The record set my Joe DiMaggio with 56 in 1941.

If Fuck face Barry was the greatest player, wouldn't you think that he would have played in more than 2,632 consecutive game? Why doesn't he ask Cal Ripkin how to do that.

If Fuck face Barry was the greatest player, wouldn't you think that he would have more than 4,256 base hits? I bet you Pete Rose dose.

The one record that Barry has is that he has passed the "Babe" in the all-time list for home runs.

We all know that Barry took steriods to juice up and hit 73 home runs in 2001, because the following year his numbers fell of to the same level as the year before, which was 49 in 2000 and 46 in 2002.

We all know that ex-teammates hate his ass, and given the opprotunity call him out on this steriod issue, look what has happend to Sammy Sosa. He left the game, nobody wanted to deal with him and the roids he took.

Let me just close with this, and them resume regular sexual programing:

THE BABE DID IT WITH HOT DOGS AND BEER, BARRY DID IT WITH CLASSLESS AMOUNTS OF PEROSNAL GREED AND PILLS. I PRAY TO THE BASEBALL GODS THAT THEY NEVER LET YOU IN TO THE HALL, IF THEY DO, JUST BE READY ON THAT SUNDAY IN AUGUST, IN UPSTATE NEW YORK, IN 2011, THE WORLD WILL GO DARK. HELL WILL FREEZE AND PIGS WILL FLY, AND THE WORLD WILL COME TO AN END.

btw, I bleed blue.

I was happy to see that my wife, the Songbird went on and posted a little ditty. She claims that she is not much of a writer and is very flat. I asked her how could that be, with all the reports and assignments that we had to write in college. Besides, she already has a degree from another University before she moved here.

In any case, I hope she will post more of her own take of our relationship and our love for each other. It’s good to get a different view to help balance the perspective, especially if it is from a woman. Case in point, I wanted her to write about what we did a few nights ago.
I was catching up on everyone’s readings. I came across a few that caught my eye and got my balls all stirred up. One was Dirty Debbie’s post, “A Furious Fuck”. I had to share this post with Songbird. I let her take a seat while I went about finishing up in the kitchen. I could her giggle and sigh a few times which made me walk back over to her and ask what she was laughing about. There she was, sitting in the chair, squirming around like a schoolgirl who had to go pee. I started laughing, and reached out and gave her tit a little squeeze. “What’s wrong babe?”
She looked up at me and said, “She is so nasty.” She said it with a very big grin on her face which tells me that she love the story and got her wet. The problem was that Aunt Flow was in town and she couldn’t do a thing about it. But I could get off. Knowing that she was getting wet from someone’s post made me hard. So I suggested that she take care of me. She loves playing with my cock and watching may face as I cum. So I brought up an idea.

I know that a lot of people join Beautiful Agony and watch people’s faces as they bring them selves to orgasm. I logged in and went to my favorites and brought up Ms. #353 and Ms. #488. Now the Songbird knows about this site, but never saw a full post, and really didn’t want to watch these girls fuck themselves and look at there faces as they came, but she was game. So we got our selves into position, she took of her PJ top and placed her tits near my cock. I started the videos and she started to jack me off with one hand, and rub my balls with the other. With in minutes she as working my cock in to such a lather that I didn’t even warn her that I was coming. Lucky for her, her tits where in a great position to catch some of my cum, the rest landed on her chest and lower neck.

Now this presented a different problem. She had gotten wetter in the time between reading the post and watching the girls cum as well as me coming. So I did what any husband would do, get a fresh pack of batteries and juice up her favorite vibrator. It wasn’t long before she was panting and moaning and coming. As we fell asleep, she mentioned that she might want to do that again, once Flow has left.

Songbird's first Letter

He has been bugging me for weeks to write. So, I thought I would give it a go.

We did it.........the boy and I got married. It was such a fun day!!

I remember the look on his face when I came down the aisle towards him. He had the big goofy grin on his face, and it made me goofy too. I thought he would be nervous, but he was so calm, just excited!! The ceremony was great. We had such a fantastic priest, he had all of us laughing, and the ceremony flew by.

The reception was just a huge, loud, crazy party. Everyone was dancing, drinking (not too much), and just having a wonderful time. The band we hired was rockin', and we did a couple of tunes with them. Nobody knew we were planning on that, so everyone was surprised. It was a great moment!! Then, just when it seemed the party had only begun, it was over............How did 4 hours go by SO FAST!?!?!?!?!?!? By the time we got back to our room, we were so exhausted, we crashed out!! OOPS!! Oh Well..........plenty of time for that later............ :)

So, the boy and I are married. We keep looking at each other and saying "We got married!!!" It seems kind of unreal in a way, but it is so great!!

We will have a lot of happy times and a lot of years together. He is the best ever and I love him so much!!!!

Well...WE DID IT!

WE TOOK THE PLUNGE!
JUMPED THE BROOM!
GOT HITCHED!
MADE IT LEGAL!

WE GOT MARRIED!

It's all over now. The Songbird and I got married and pulled off the best reception ever. It all went by so quickly, that all I could think of was getting the ring on my finger. I'm sure she felt the same. The ceremony went by fairly quick, everyone loved our priest. He makes being in church a lot more relaxing than others do. I think taking pictures took longer than the ceremony. Then off to the reception we went. All we heard was that everyone had a great time. We had about 100 people; family and close friends, co-workers, who just kept telling us what a great ceremony and a great time they were having at the reception. People ate, drank(and didn't get out of hand), danced to the band that we hired...it was great.

So...details? Well, all I could say is this. When I saw Songbird come down the aisle, all I could think about was how lucky I am to call this woman my wife. The night before she stayed at a hotel with her wedding party, and I stayed home alone. It was the longest night of my life knowing that she was not next to me, and here we are about to embark on the biggest day of our lives together, and she is not next to me. Then when I did see her, I just couldn't stop grinning. I'm sure that she felt the same way. I hope that she will post her thoughts about or wedding day. I'm sure that she has a lot more to say than I do. After all, it's all girls think about right.

For us guys, we just want to get the sex. Unfortunately, for us, there was no wedding night pleasures. We were so tired, so run-down, knowing that the following day we would have just as busy a day, that we did not have sex on our wedding night. Don't worry we did later on in the week, coming home from a short honeymoon.

Time to unpack and gear up for our return to our jobs...more details to come later.

Home, pt. 1

Another story that I'm working on. Perhaps Songbird will help and contribute to the rest of the story. Let's hope so, enjoy.


He waited for her to come home from work. Taking off his clothes, he made himself comfortable on their king sized bed. Looking at his watch, he knew that he had a few minutes to prime his cock by watching porn from his vast collection. I didn't matter what it was, he just needed to get hard and ready. As the watched some fresh young thing getting pounded by two guys, he heard the front door open. She was home earlier that expected. He couldn't wait until she came home, and neither could she. The door closed behind her as she walked towards the sounds of the young video vixen crying out loud, taking a thick cock between her pink lips. She made her way to the bedroom, and with out a word lifted up her skirt, and pulled her panties off. There was a hint of her musk as she flung her panties towards him. He looked at her. Expressionless, pumping his red-hot cock with his precum.
She made her way towards him on the bed, facing him, looking deeply into his eyes, now crawling towards his hand on his cock. All she could think of was how good his cock would feel inside her. How good it would feel to have his cock stretch her wet pussy open, hitting her deep in her pussy. How wet she had become since she hung up the phone after lunch. He told her that he wanted her to ride him, in that long slow way that she does. Her slow grinding of her hips, pressing down every time she rotated her self towards him. How she would slowly lift her self up and down, gliding on him, allowing the head of his cock to rub up against her G-spot. She came close to rubbing one out in the office bathroom, but decided against it, knowing that she would probably make to much noise as she fingered herself. From the time she hung up the phone until she walked in, all she could do was grind her self into her office chair. She could tell how wet she had become, feeling her wet panties on there lips.

Kneeling in front of him, she positioned her self to hover over the head of his cock. It was gleaming with his precum, red and hot. She let her skirt drape over them like a blanket, hiding her hand as she reached beneath her skirt to grab hold of his dick. Gently she took his cock and slid it between her swollen lips, up along her clit, rubbing it slowly, making her self wetter and wetter. She didn't want him insider her until she was ready to cum. His precum kept her clit lubricated. They kept each other’s eyes locked on each other. Her hand began to move faster, making her whimper with pleasure. Her hips rotated slowly, again never allowing his cock to enter her. He lifted his hips up towards her, sliding his shaft past her clit, causing her to gasp and moan.
He started to reach up and unbutton her blouse. Letting it fall off her shoulders, exposing her red satin bra. Sliding his hands under her bar, he cupped both her tits, softly running his fingers over nipples. Her back arched as he squeezed her titis. Her nipples began to harden. She pinched and tugged on them, again making her moan. All these sensations sent a shudder over her whole body. She desperately wanted to lower her self on his cock; it was all she could think of. Her pussy quivered at the thought of how good it would feel to be filled with his red-hot dick. Her hips began to move faster, as he continued to lift his hips up towards her clit and played with her tits. He was playing on her terms and he knew that. She was in control and he loved it. She was the one that need to be fucked like a slut, but still wanted to be treated like a woman. She felt her lips quiver again and moisture began to run down her lips. They both knew that they could not hold out much longer. One of them had to take the next step. Penetrate or be penetrated.

How young it is too young?

The Songbird and I where discussing the topic of lingerie on the way to purchase her corset for her dress. I asked if she where going to wear stockings under her dress. To my slight disappointment, she said no. She said that she wanted to be as comfortable as possible, and wearing stocking, even thigh highs, would be a bit of a hassle. Besides, she her dress for floor length and really wouldn't need them. She did promise to wear them on our wedding night.

She is not the type that wear stocking of any kind, not even pantyhose on a daily basis, but loves the way they look in a classic, retro sense. She never really would wear them even in school. That's where I went on one of my classic rants on the issue. I have a fetish for stockings. Seamed, thigh highs, garter belts, barely there nude, or barely black. I love the way they look on a woman's leg, I love the way they feel wrapped around my waist. I went told her about these girls I knew in Jr. High school that would wear stocking and garters to school! This wasn't just a rampant rumor; I saw it with my own hormone-engorged eyes!

She turned to me, perplexed, and asked why? Well first off this was back in the early 80's. The Glam Rock era of the time, mixed in with the factor of teen angst and learning about your sexuality. One girl would wear her short mimi leather skirt, exposing her stocking top and garter clasp when she sat down. Another would wear her fishnets that seemed to see better days, as they would often sag below her skirt, flashing the lace top stocking. Songbird then asked what I know seem to be asking. How young is too young to wear that kind of lingerie. Is it just a fashion statement, which I think it was for the time, or did they know the power they had over horny young boys, and probably even the male staff.

What do you think?