 | Dewey7 is a 52 year old guy from New York, New York, USA. |
- Apr 27, 11:09pm
- It is now, profoundly, like--where the fuck did everybody go on this SU community. I feel as if I lost everyone, as if I were in a village and it emptied, as if it were ever real since I arrived here. Anyway, greetings all, and may you be somehow blessed, happy, close to a beloved, reproducing yourselves (the greatest joy) and enjoying the pleasure of the senses. I send you all warm hugs, smiles and happy song.
- Apr 27, 11:03pm
- New York sausages anyone? Just email me. Kosher can be arranged. I know a very wired rabbi. You should see his wife. I knew her before she tied the knot with him, and I have pull, still--or rather, she.
- Apr 27, 10:29pm
- It is becoming tiresome and redundant to upload stuff to my so-called website, an exercise in the absurd.
To global SU women: would *you* like *me* to upload for you? I love children. This site is or was about sharing and increasing in number, and so, if you are in need or just ready, just email me at:
Rev.DeweyVII.up@su.com
- Apr 26, 12:44pm
- I once had a girlfriend in Norway who live in the forest on a lake next to a small white fundamentalist church who when sexually excited became exceedingly wet when my head was between her legs. I shall never forget it. The wetness was fine, but along with it came a terrific pungency. The pungent smell would begin slowly and very surprisingly, and then slowly fill up the entire bedroom till you thought it had replaced all oxygen and what you thought was pleasure turned into a foul industrial operation.
I told my American friend Mike about this, and his eyes glistened. "Pungent! Yummm. Good." Eh, to each his or her own. Maybe I had placed limitations upon myself somehow, yet I prefer the pristine, or whatever may seem to pass for it. I wonder what Mike thought about skunks.
- Apr 25, 1:28pm
- I dreamed a teenage dream of an innocent sweetheart.
What an idiot: she became an airline-steward tart.
Yet I held her in my heart for way too long, and gave
Myself, , my passion, to those who could behave.
Too bad passion of the deep kind doesn't last
And you fuck any buxom fool who might come past.
Sorry, this...er...ditty...sucks. ~truly, w.t.f.?
PS I did fall for another tart more than twenty five years later. Jeez, you don't even want to hear how crazy I became. All for coming, we can do almost anything, we propagating humans, we. Time to get back to my clams. I thinks they're responding:)
- Apr 23, 12:16am
SU buddies: enhance your ability to pleasure women. Chew raw clams for one hour twice daily, swallowing the second time. When you have to get down to the real thing you will feel both charitable and naturally and nutritiously self-satisfied. All my life I only thought of myself as giving in a relationship in performing cunnilingus, but only dutifully so, until eighty-year friend old Allisdair introduced my to this practice and changed things for me. He ridiculed me, though, saying I wouldn't be as good as he, nor enjoy it as much, until I had lost all my teeth and could go at it with my gums as well as tongue. Well, we'll wait and see.
- Apr 17, 8:06pm
- It is a wonder how much time I have spent here, rather than coiled with a beloved flesh to flesh and soul to soul.
- Apr 15, 6:57pm
- Post to: teenage horny dudes seeking sexual gratification:
Exercise number one: [Forthcoming]
- Apr 15, 5:45pm
- I wonder if SU would be more fulfilling if I typed with my dick?
- Apr 15, 5:32pm
Screw athletics in the Orient. I shall compete among the masters in the Shanghai Opium dens where Coleridge and Poe have gone before
I have arisen from smoke dreams
With long black hair upon my loins. ~w.t.f.
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