fausts_dream

Good afternoon, Senator, you look much taller on television. No, no, I don't mind at all, I actually prefer average sized men, they compensate in such delicious ways.

Oooh right to the point, I like that. No, I don't want to be your girlfriend. I have a boyfriend and you have a wife. I will be your fuckdoll if we can come to terms. My language shocks you? How can you even think about doing the things you are going to want me to if you can't even say the words? Besides girlfriends are demanding, especially this one. I am no princess, Al, may I call you Al? Unless you need me to be a princess. That's for the best. I can do everything except the hats, I always feel ridiculous in hats. You don't have a hat "thing" do you? Excellent

You spoke to George, yes. He handles all my financial things. You didn't come from a well heeled background, but you have a lot of money now, don't you. You must be corrupt as fuck, I like that in a man. No, don't be offended, I am not one of your constituents, like you I am a whore, and a well compensated one.

We have a little history that you don't know about, your uncle was one of my very first clients. Well, he needed a worshipful waif and I needed a condo in Manhattan and another in D.C. You take after him, don't you...I can see it in your eyes. I haven't seen the man in 2 years, but he still pays the rent on the DC place.

Did you not know I am a long term financial commitment. I am 32, Al. I know I look 23, my pussy feels 23 too, I had a procedure. Certainly, no 23 year old can turn you inside out like I can, but I will have to show you that, the telling isn't nearly as good as the reality. But truth is I can't do this forever. At some point I will be so old that you might as well be reduced to fucking your wives, I will still have to eat, Al. And I never developed a taste for Campbell's soup or Big Macs

No. No, I don't work for the Russians or the Chinese, I work for myself. Though at this point I should think it hardly matters. I have no desire to blackmail you, expose you or embarrass you, I should think your voting record is embarrassing enough.

I can be your dirtiest of dirty secrets. If you want me to be. Some men in your position like me to be known in certain circles. Prove their virility and alpha maleness and so forth, woof! Also, nothing cements an alliance like having your fucktoy gargle your new partners balls, am I right, Al?

If you can come to terms with George I will be at the Ritz Carlton on South Street at 8 p.m. Room service is included with all the usual powders and pills and other party favors. I will be wearing my sexiest nightgown, unless you prefer to wear a nightgown, I don't judge.

One bit of housekeeping, my ass is off limits to you. No, that isn't negotiable. That is one thing I share with my actual boyfriend. Yes....yes....that might be acceptable, you are like your uncle, aren't you.

So good to meet you Senator, I hope you and George can work something out. I think we would have a great time.

Joseph Conrad (1857-1924)- Sickly young man and poor student, eventually found his strength and his voice in the Merchant Marines. His influence on literature and the study of human darkness was profound and many later authors were influenced by his bringing of non European flavors into English Literature. Through a troubled life that included a suicide attempt he was able to grow our collective understanding of human nature before his death of a heart attack in 1924.

James Earl Carter (1924-2021)- Jimmy Carter returned from his Naval career to manage his father's peanut business, despite his families wealth, Jimmy inherited relatively little due to his fathers forgiveness of debt and division of his estate among his children. His rebuilding of the family empire was curtailed by involvement in the Civil Rights movement and entry into politics. He rose to the Georgia state House and then the office of Governor before winning the Presidency as a dark horse. As President, Carter assisted in the Camp David accords and SALT II.

His post Presidency career was more impressive earning a Nobel Peace Prize and he continued his work as a humanitarian right up until the end...Following his beloved wife Rosalynn by only 4 months.


"Bodhisattva, another lifetime. Your 11th. Surely you have earned your rest. The human race,as a whole, seems no closer to enlightenment". "Then we must redouble our efforts, Master."


Ayotunde Balewa- (2021) Born to a poor Nairobi family. Ayotunde breathed his first with a squall. An inauspicious beginning for the greatest surgeon and philanthropist of the 21st century....

Hi, my name is fausts_dream, you probably know me from such Sheep Porn classics as "I only have eyes for ewe" and "Ram Tough" but today I am here to offer you something available no where else. That is right, thanks to a special arrangement with Mephistopheles I am prepared to offer you, for your reading pleasure, books that don't exist. That is right, for the low, low price of your second born or a sexual favor of my choosing you can read books you have always wanted to, but couldn't....because they don't exist.

I know what you are going to ask....Do you have "The Winds of Winter" and "A Song of Spring". You betcha. See George R.R Martin may be stalling, but in an alternate dimension he is in hell. And lets just say our motivational tools are better. BUT THAT'S NOT ALL!

I also have "Desperate Days", a new Stephen King novel written like he wrote them when he was on the booze and the blow, and his editor wasn't scared shitless of him. That's right, it's crazy Steve on a 172 hour bender with an actual editor to tame his meaningless 40 page side tangents. BUT THAT'S NOT ALL!

I also have "Tweets that are Coherent and Make Good Sense" by Donald J. Trump. One read and you will feel relief that the US and the world are in good hands instead of the pulling-your-own-hair-out terror you feel right now.

In addition if you call my toll-free-number in the next thirty minutes you will get the Late Stieg Larrson's new Lisbeth Salander book, "The Girl Who Took Shit From Absolutely No One".

My offerings aren't limited to the printed page though. For just a few favors more you can get Silver Screen Gems.

Woody Allen movies you can watch guilt free because they come from a dimension where he isn't a sick pedobear. And the centerpiece of the collection. THE ORIGINAL STAR WARS TRILOGY created by Universe # 310'S George Lucas...WHO CAN ACTUALLY WRITE.

CALL NOW! This offer is good for a limited time! *

*Probably it's available forever since I am going to be suffering for all eternity...but they say the "limited time offer" thing is good for getting you to buy.

Into the box again. I was born to run, but I am not a special horse. My sire and dam, mom and dad raced, earned their keep…but without distinction. More eyes than ever on us today. Because of the grey, the Superhorse, Caleb’s Ghost, never beaten, never seriously tested. The rest of us run to try to finish behind him. The little man with the whip, my friend Johnny (he is ordinary too) says, let’s give her a run boy.

I know my master’s daughter is sick, I know I could help, if I could somehow finish in the money. I am a pacesetter, I go out fast and hard, as long as I can. Then against this competition I usually fade, in the lower grades I hang on sometimes. The people around the track call me “game” and “willing” I don’t know what that means, I run because I have never done anything else.

The gate opens, and I fly; I have never gotten out of the gate so fast, so clean. I can’t see behind me, but I feel the gray calmly settling into the front of the pack while the others strain to keep up, he runs effortlessly. Around the first turn I smell the desperation of the jockeys as they frantically try to keep this insane pace, but I feel the grey…..every thundering step “run, run…horse…this is fun”

I am not tired yet, Johnny is caught up in the moment and doesn’t give me any feedback, so I do what I do by instinct, run almost as hard as I can…and hope to build a big enough lead for my inevitable fade. 5 furlongs in, I have built distance from the pack, Johnny is too excited…. he doesn’t feel the gray like I do his hooves beating their siren song “run, run, little horse…let us run forever”. They will put the roses on him, they say, but not today. Today he just has to catch poor little me. His usual jockey isn’t aboard, not for a little race like this. My heart thunders in my chest, so hard it wants to explode I try to keep up as the crowd roars its disbelief.

Too late, the backstretch comes…I taste blood. Finally, Johnny feels the grey, 6 lengths behind. He asks for more with the whip. I have none to give, I give it anyway. Did the new jockey wait too late to ask the grey? Does it matter? Caleb’s Ghost goes, like a cannon shot, ignoring his jockey. 5 lengths, 4. Hooves speak louder than words “I am coming little horse, I am coming”. 3 lengths, 2 “Can you feel me, little horse, you seem tired? I can run forever”. Oh God…is my heart going to explode….my lather has a sickly feel to is as I run in the rhythm of the whip.

There it is! The line! The grey at my side, surging. The line. The flash….

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Followed ol' Gary over here for the 812th season of LJ Idol. I don't anticipate blogging besides Idol stuff....but I am nothing if not random so you pays your money you takes yer chance.