Feeder Posted October 20, 2011 Report Share Posted October 20, 2011 To see iBLASTinside's original blog post, click here... Posted in adult bookstoreAnonymousattackbarebackbathhousecumdeceptionfuckglory holegloryholespitstealthing It pains me to find Cristian Knox in a bit of a row with me over stealthing. He offers his feedback to my previous entry*with his “Spot the Difference” game, in which he compares me to a purse snatcher, a mugger, a bad repairman, etc. Cristian misses the point so very much. I don’t wander the streets seeking people to stealth. Quite the contrary. I make the distinct point of stating I invite these people into my lair or fuck them at an adult bookstore or sex club. This isn’t some miscellaneous place. It isn’t rape. The sex itself is quite*consensual. Both parties agree to the sex, unlike the mugger where one party doesn’t wish to be robbed but the other does. A repairman coming into your home to fix plumbing or some other aspect (in his second example) is an implied contract or an actual contract. As I so explicitly stated, no such contract exists between the two of us engaging in sex. I never explicitly agree to engaging in safer sex. Cristian further makes the assumption that I am the source of any exposure of disease. This is a further problem that condom Nazis often assume about all barebackers. We are all puss-filled, infected zombies full of the worst diseases with intent on bugging everyone around us. This simply isn’t so. But by the same token, Cristian did remind me of the fable, The Scorpion and The Frog. A scorpion asks a frog to carry him across the pond. “But I am afraid you will sting and kill me,” the frog says. “Of course I won’t,” the scorpion replies. “I cannot swim. If I sting you, you will sink and we both will die.” The frog thinks about this and finally agrees, figuring it’s safe enough. The scorpion climbs on the amphibian’s back and the two begin the journey across the pond. Halfway across, the frog suddenly feels the sharp prick of the scorpion’s stinger. As he feels the poison begin to numb him and his body slow, the frog asks, “Why?” “Alas,” the scorpion says. “It’s in my nature to sting.” They both sink into the depths of the pond and drown. I am a top. I am driven by a force I cannot describe to breed. You don’t want it, don’t fuck with me. Related posts: New Shirts Coming Soon... Getting Old Another birthday approaches and this old bull gets a little older. The awkward prime number 43 goes away and I earn 44. It's ... Swinging Richards Review Posted to Sleazy Atlanta Guide So my reviews of Atlanta's sleazy guide would be incomplete without including Swinging Richards, the premiere strip club for ... More... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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