Category Archives: Sex

if not for her

cheating doesn’t come from a lack of love
it comes from a lack of respect

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I saw you with that whore

open dress public amore

that’s only the final coup

guess that we’re through

nobody to blame but you

you could never be true

got to find someone new

well baby it’s a fond adieu

so stew you faithless bore

you can’t hurt me anymore

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

did you have to choose someone older?

 

last night’s loves

be patient, the best things happen at night

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last night she realised that he never looked into her eyes

but she was happy he was staring at her deep cleavage instead

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I love you…..’ she said softly, ‘please take your clothes off for me…..’

‘these aren’t clothes…..’ he replied

‘you’re a werewolf at night, are’t you?’ she asked excitedly

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she came, and then

she came to the conclusion that car sex was much safer late at night

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at midnight all she had left were half-remembered thoughts of love

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last night, when he said he wanted to sleep with her

she expected him to stay awake for a while first

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last night she wanted him

she wanted him to leave her alone

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

in a bar, very close to midnight

the black widow searched for her next victim

Sharing Love

love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies

Well, perhaps, but even in the truest of loves between the most compatible of people each of them has their own separate road to walk.  They may walk it together, supporting each other always, and the one may carry the other for a time, but each one wants / should / must have their own choices to make.  It is a truism that you cannot / should not / must not try to live another person’s life for them.

More than that, almost every adult craves their independence, needs their time alone, and wants to be able to make their own mistakes.  The thing about romantic partnerships and love is that the partners should be good friends, perhaps each another’s very best friend.  And the thing about very good friends is that you don’t always want to see them, but you always want to know that they’re there.

No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main….. ~ John Donne

Sharing everything with your partner might sound ideal, and I guess many young lovers strive for that perfect ideal, but there is nothing worse in life than perfection.  Living in your partner’s pocket is claustrophobic, actually living with anyone every minute of every single day, month in and month out, would constitute a cruel and unusual punishment in most legal systems.  But solitary confinement is even worse.

How much you share with your partner, and how much of your partner you share with others is, like all of life, a balancing act.  But I would strongly suggest that sharing absolutely everything isn’t going to work for most people.

Here I can best speak for myself; a real, honest, honourable, steadfast, and true man.  And I need time alone, not fully engaged with anyone or anything other than myself, my innermost thoughts, and the Goddess of my understanding.  Men such as I tend to seek out solitary pastimes ~ I take long meditative walks by the sea.  But from time to time some company is nice.

Most men have very poor conversational skills in comparison to their female partner, so telling her about ‘everything that happened in my day’ is difficult for men.  Similarly, listening to her narrate her day’s events is hard for men.  And trust me on this; some of the things she may have done he will not ever want to know.  Men have very poor empathy in comparison to women.

And then; a man’s feelings, drives, and needs are very different from a woman’s.  He will not ever want to know about your past and the other men in it, and if he does a woman should worry.  The same goes for men in your present life, (coworkers and such).

People who want to know everything about you and live with you 24 / 7 are but one step from spying, stalking, and gaslighting.  Maybe ~ so give each other some space.

(there is a whole other set of meanings about ‘sharing’ in relationships ~ but I’m not going to go there)

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

most women would not want to be chained

not all the time anyway

Random Jottings ~ Jealousy

jealousy is self-inflicted torment

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true jealousy is both love and hate

you can’t have one without the other

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‘I’m not jealous…..’ she averred

right before she totally trashed his Porsche

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jealousy is a symptom of passionate insecurity

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if you get into a passionate long-distance relationship

then expect to get very jealous

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you can’t talk to a jealous woman with a shotgun in her hand

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jealousy isn’t ever about real love it’s really about deep insecurity

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actually, it’s perfectly acceptable to be jealous if your partner is cheating on you

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

real jealousy hurts

and there is never any cure

sometimes staring at the sea helps a bit

Hot Sexy Charming Male

smooth as the handle on a gun, cool as a cucumber

some older women like much younger men

and cheap sex is always cheap

and a slut is always a slut

You might be aware that I just got back to the garret after a short sunshine break in Turkey.  It was good for me, except that being a solitary traveller I had lots of time to indulge in some people watching, and the people I saw were not always the best advertisements for the male species.  Overweight, unfit, beer gut, waddling, loud, interested mostly in booze and sports ~ too unfit to be much turned on by sex.  They were mostly British, Germans, and Turks, but much the same could be said of American guys.

I looked at myself in the mirror.  A long hard look, and I could see myself heading in that direction.  Do I want to be a couch potato, an Archie Bunker, a fat loudmouthed beer-bottle slob?   And Fuck No!

As men get older, as the testosterone leaches out of the bloodstream, as the achievements of our youth are behind us, it’s easy for men to let themselves go to seed.  To watch too much TV, to drive rather than walk, to drink too much, to overfill our plates and gobble our food, to converse in grunts, to lose interest in sex…..  No wonder there are lots of MILF’s and GILF’s out there.  I may not approve, but I understand.  Even James Bond got fat and carried a man-bag.  Wazzock.

Ergo, I went up the mountain and talked with the elephant, and didn’t much like what she told me.  ‘Get your act together…..’

No more beer, no more booze, no more burgers, no more take-outs, less sugar, less salt, more green vegetables, more exercise, more interest in women.

I look out across the sea today, and see the old castle where my ancestors fought.  Saw the priests on the ferry taking the dead home, see their wives glad they’ve gone, see the priests fussing and flapping like a murder of crows wondering if they will get paid.  See the fat men dying without even that honour.  Their ghosts just trudging away, heavy footed.

If I have my way I’ll take a boat back from the river.  I don’t care what it takes, it’s better to be poor, fit, and healthy than be a rich fat man trying to get through the eye of the needle.

Some say that once you get to be forty it’s all downhill to the grave.  And that fat pale men with beer-bellies shouldn’t be with attractive women.  All I know is I’m going to be the great guy with a good body relaxing by the pool, anywhere I want to be, with anyone I want to be with.  And if you don’t want to be there, fuck off and have a nice day.  I ain’t afraid of no Charon

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

don’t pay the ferryman until you must

Monochrome Monday ~ Nylons

seduction begins with perfectly sheer black

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

some photographs of  women just ooze sexuality

Random Jottings ~ Mad Scientists

and so he created a woman, who got angry when her batteries ran down
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he was smart, but he could never get a girl

so he made one

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every mad scientist dreams of playing God

the really crazy ones believe they are God

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keep you arms in the time machine at all times

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‘that’s strange perfume…..’ he said

that’s not perfume, it’s formaldehyde…..’ she answered

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they had solved the theory of everything

and after a few bottles of booze they thought it was a good idea to build a time machine

things went downhill after that

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

she must be a scientist

she’s wearing a white coat

Intimate Strangers

some things are socially acceptable, and then again…..

Promiscuous casual sex is morally reprehensible, socially unacceptable, and fucking very dangerous.  Or rather, that is what I believe to be the truth of it.  One reason for this post is a news story concerning a married woman who picked up / was picked up by a stranger in a bar, went back to his place, where she was stabbed twenty times by the drug addict thug, who then tried to cut off her head.  The body was naked.  They’d had sex.

This was by no means an isolated incident of casual sex turning into something very worse.

Picking up a stranger in a bar may be exciting, sexy, erotic, physically satisfying, with a frisson of danger thrown in, but it can also be fucking damaging to your self-respect, health, wealth, sanity, existing relationships, future relationships, social standing…..  You could end up being humiliated, mugged, beaten, raped, passed around, stalked, gaslighted, ghosted, or dead.

Some of the same goes for people you ‘meet’ on social media, dating / sex dating sites, or any of the other myriad ways we can connect via the internet.  Basically you have no idea who these people are, where they’re from, what they’re really like, their history, criminal record, and what the hell they really want from you.  Are they the sex / age / ethnicity they say they are?  If there’s a picture is it of them, and how long ago?  If it’s an intimate picture they are probably not someone any decent person would want to know anyway.

There are labels for women who have casual sex with strangers and post intimate pictures of themselves on the internet ~ all of those labels are extremely derogatory.

Personally, I have three things in my favour when it comes to social media / email / long-distance friends and relationships.  #1 I know my way around blogging.  #2 I am a man.  #3 I am very smart / computer savvy / I was trained to spot liars a mile off.  Not everyone has my advantages, and yet women do engage in intimate relationships with people they only know from what they see on their own computer screens.

Personally, I have never knowingly ‘hit on’ a woman I didn’t know from Eve, picked up a woman in a bar, had first date sex, had multiple partners, been on a sex dating site, had sex with an ex, had sex with anyone much older / younger than me…..  Maybe I am staid and naive, maybe I’m shy, or maybe I have standards, ethics, and morals.

Some say that fucking a stranger is incredibly hot.  And that having multiple sexual partners is where it’s at.  All I know is fucking a stranger has nothing to do with love and a lot to do with instant gratification, or money.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

If you’ve been there with a stranger I don’t want to know

 

 

Random Jottings ~ Friendship

friendship is constant in all things, except when it comes to sex and love

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travelling with a friend needs no destination

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a soft kiss from a friend has a memory all its own

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a close friend is like buying two tickets to adventure

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true friendship nourishes the soul and warms the heart

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he loved her in true friendship, but he desired her in hot lust

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choose your friends wisely, choose your enemies with even more care

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a really bad friend is like having an albatross hanging around your neck

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no real man can ever be ‘just good friends’ with an attractive woman

and what makes a woman attractive is her friendship

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

friends with benefits

basically it’s just regular sex

Run With the Herd

there will be people who confuse your individuality with selfishness

Peer-group pressure is a very powerful thing.  Fitting in, being popular, having lots of friends, agreeing with the majority opinion, is taught to us all from a very early age.  In fact it can be hammered into us at school, where standing out from the crowd and being different can get you seriously bullied.

It’s no different as we grow and move on in life.  In psychology there’s a thing called Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, which describes what the average person strives for.  Only when the most basic needs are met; food, water, shelter….. can one move on towards higher needs, like having friends. As you’d expect it’s more complicated than that, and it’s wrong anyway.

For most people belongingness: to be an accepted and superior member of a group, comes right at the top of the list of the things they want, need, and desire most.  The average adult strives to achieve social approval, to be fashionable, to be superior, to keep up with and surpass their peer group, to accumulate more and better material possessions, and certainly a get a lot of meaningless sex ~ often outside of their principal relationship.  And somewhere there might be the need for love and adulation.

But to be mentally, emotionally, and spiritually healthy an adult needs to be themselves.  Sometimes it is important to stand out from the herd, especially if you’re fitting in just to play it safe, to avoid being questioned or challenged, to avoid upsetting your peer group, to keep in with your family and your friends…..  If you are going to be true to yourself, if you want to achieve emotional, mental, and spiritual health, then there will be moments in your life when you have to be yourself, no matter what they say.

We each have a unique set of wants, needs, desires, dreams, ambitions, thoughts, and opinions ~ but we often suppress them and get caught up in the herd’s falsehoods instead.  We become people pleasers and drones.

The hard truth is there are a lot of mentally sick people out there today because they strive not to miss out on other how others think they should live, behave, act, and think.  I point to the compulsive wearing of face coverings as my proof.

Nobody needs to wear a face mask outdoors, or when they are alone in their own car, or when riding a bicycle, or when they are alone at home.  I wonder if some people wear a face covering while they are having sex in the missionary position…..

Some say there is safety in numbers.  And that those who disagree are anti-social, selfish, dangerous, should be shouted down and destroyed.  All I know is that I will be myself, no matter what they say.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

I am not a number

I am a free man

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