Peace, Cum, and Understanding

Toe,
That was one beautiful post. I love your stories--the details about the nails pointing out around his dick. This is awesome. You also capture really well the sound of someone telling a story--it doesn't sound like a guy writing it, but a guy talking it. Jeez, you have to write more stories.

OK, and one particular passage from an earlier post had me laughing so hard I almost cried:

"I don't like baring myself for folks to slap my dick. I just want loving caresses, E-word, do you understand what I'm saying? Or slaps that are done with love."

Oh, I understand.

Things are good here. Work goes on. People tell me good things about what I do, what I have done. Work is absofuckinglutely peach-like in both its tastiness and the way its juice runs down my chin.

Thanks for writing so much. I have to write more, too, but now is not the time for me. Keep it up, though. I'll write more soon.
Love,
E-word
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The little religious boy inside of me is having trouble with the heading I just gave this entry, but that's probably all the more reason to keep it the way it is.