Monday, June 9, 2025

1%'ers Inevitability

 

1%'er Inevitability

https://youtu.be/EANDpswdVhQ  


Whether in wealth, athletics, performing arts, or any endeavor there will ALWAYS be an elite group of 'One Percenters-1%'ers'. In many cases it's a good thing. Natural selection is doing its most productive, [cultural] selective version of its operation.



There's a constructive default of entry, time, and place. That's the given random circumstance. That accounts for a significant percentage of such role-outcomes. Part of that constructive circumstance beyond one's genetic make-up is the environmental triggers that enhance the genetic, bullet advantages.


Finally, there's the inspiration and motivation inculcated by the individual from those environmental triggers. This latter quality separates and distinguishes those 1%'ers from the other 99%. Each field has its own paradigm of excellence, despite any temporal valuation given to whatever field of existence. 


A 1%'er could be found in the most humbly perceived circumstances and existing in the anonymity those modest circumstances convey (or DON'T convey) to that status, ala the affirming text from the Bhagavad Gita, Ch. 18 v. 47:                   




  It's in these anonymous, anomalous, and unknown temporal 

  states that improbabilities of the unheralded and previously  

  unhonored come to be known as the incredible and other 

  supernatural phenomena. Those "improbabilities" are the Dice 

  of Ma Nature's felicitous and facetious whimsy countermanding 

  the presumptions of sapient logic. 




    I like to think of them as mystical, other than super-natural. 

    In being mystical, I'm indicating a third-party, nebulous 

    dynamic that is so ubiquitous that it's honored in many forms 

    and by many names. 


The bottom line is that THESE 1%'ers have chosen an aesthetic that unlike their other peer 1%'ers, their focus of interest is about the non-material intangibles of the inconceivable improbabilities. As like the other 1%'ers, they have betrothed themselves to a discipline as their spousal muse that's in-separately by their side. That emotional union to that muse provides the affirming and confirming intangible comforts that such a spouse-partner gives to their significant other. 



The significance of being the vehicle for the spouse-like muse is having its expressive manifestation through the complementary and coherent congruence with we who cherish their spousal support.

 

That support comes in spontaneous and unsolicited yet timely fortuities that resemble occult rather than religious mystical graces, since the subject and context has little connection to the ethics and morality of You, the subject. Because of the aggregate quantity of fidelity symmetry that was on-going between You and this fortuitous muse, the cohesive nature of that bond as part of a network matrix between You and the muse is activated. The activation comes at acute stressful moments of the visceral intensity.


That intensity was supported by the concentrated and conscientious focus of a congruent technique to the nature of the content of me and other subjects who made the topic of interest our prime specialty of attentive nurturing. That prime, attentive nurturing of our focus defines the uniqueness of our 1% character from the 99%'s scattered, dissipated attention to abstract qualities that are unrelated to their tangible pedestrian needs. 





5 Tricks for Getting the Best Possible Reception with Your Indoor Antenna

     We 1%'ers exist beyond the tangible basic necessities to 

     the esoteric qualities and nuances of our chosen, and often 

     idiosyncratic, interest. Those qualities create an antenna 

     of reception for related associated artifacts that can be 

     included in the database that found resonance to the new 

     data's presence.

Thursday, February 20, 2025

MWF SEEKING DEBAUCHERY IN MAGA-ESCAPIST FANTASY-II

    

  MWF SEEKING DEBAUCHERY IN MAGA-ESCAPIST FANTASY

ME: Knowing we could take you home and have you as our slut and sperm dump and breeding Momma, knowing that you'd rather be debauched in all your orifices by your 'Daddies' than going back home to a life with that Cuck..

    HER: I wiggle my ass in front of you as I bounce up and down that big cock one guy in front of me says he is close

    Ohhh..Yazzzah.. Bitch... Move that ass!!

    HER: and I rub his balls my hands as I feel you push your way into my ass that sends me into a massive orgasm, which is more than enough tor one of the guys at my face who grabs my hair roughly and slams his cock into my awaiting mouth

    That anal sphincter is tight butt gives way to the push and thickness pounding down..

    HER: He yells as he begins to pump load after load down my throat as I wince in pain and pleasure as you push further up into my ass

    That sphincter is massaging my shaft as I piston drive back and forth into you... Ohhhh.. so fine a massage

    HER: the guy in my mouth pulls out, smears his cock on my forehead dragging a mix of cum and saliva over my eye, as another shoves in my mouth, I yell into the cock in my mouth as you split open my ass. We pause for a moment, your cock buried up my ass now as the guy underneath me slides out and is replace.

    My load is like fire coming out my shaft and getting past your sphincter My hips jerk forward into that collision and the ejaculation going up your colon

    HER: and I lower a now very pink, very sore, cum soaked pussy and then you cum inside my ass as he starts pushes hard into my pussy and I can't take it anymore and I orgasm again

    Pound that pussy with even more a vengeance at your emphatic declaration of loving that Nigga cock. Bitch we' re going to keep over for a while as we drag you. We drag you to the door with you holding your clothes in your arms, your bare back and butt showing

    HER: I feel hands around my neck as a collar is locked in, a little tight and being led by a leash outside a few people see us, a white married wife being dragged on a leash by 6 black men. Cum drying in my face and spilling down my thighs as we walk .

    You know you're are 'domesticated' and being that 'house-broken' bitch- sexually and domestically will be the pet of your new 6 Daddy Massas for a few days..

    HER: Someone takes my phone out, points it at my face to unlock it to take a picture of me with my new 'Nigga-Daddy House mates'. I get passed from cock to cock in the backseat on my knees in front of three guys sitting there taking turns smack my face and lips with their cocks Married to these 6 Niggas who are cock husbanding me..

    Your jaw muscles getting sore from being opened sucking down that dark brown 'candy' you love to savor in your mouth..

    HER: Another guy tells me to get ready and he laughs as another holds my face still by yanking on the leash and he starts spraying my face and tits .

    You can see the sexual hunger in those glazed eyes showing your fucked lust..

    HER: Car finally stops as we pull up to a house in a neighbor without a lot of street lights

    Your fingers rub over where we have left or haven't returned soon enough so you can still have the tingling sensation of the continual debauching fuck, come-down of you.. It matters NOT to you now as your hands and mouth reach for your sex male all 6 of us are feeding

    HER: in the house there are signs up for the BNWO and pictures on the walls of white women that have been gang-banged

    You see those pictures an wonder shows in your eyes where your trophy pic will be when we finally put you out , back to the curb after totally abusing you. We let you know that we'll continue this at your next ala cock menu treat session after you get to bathe your cum-stinking body off

    HER: I'm told I have a few minutes in the bath

    But not totally to yourself, as the Boyz come in for a suck while you lounge in the water..

    HER: I lie back for only about two minutes resting my sore body when they start coming in and tell me these dicks won't suck themselves
     

   


Wednesday, November 27, 2024

Such a vulnerable pose!

 




Such a marvelous pose  of  vulnerability. I'm 

 wanting more than lifting up that pullover to  

expose the gateway  into your emotional 

sensitivities I want you to  experience  the sliding  

friction of my penetration as its entry is greeted 

by  the involuntary reflexes  of your  aroused and  

impassioned flesh. As your body is rubbing, 

sweatingly compressed  with mine.  You revel in 

the  feeling the tactile friction of my penile 

exploring, penetrating  intentions, 

that now  communicate to you in a spine-tingling 

clarity at the open  gateway orifices  of your vessel. 

 

The union we have is the communion  our souls 

drunkenly imbibe in this satiating  the unexplored 

hungers of the sexual joys we feel at your hardened, 

erect nipples as my palm-filling phallic weapon 

I have pointed at  your vulva gates-a 'snatch robber'

 of  your modesty and virtue

  With my vaginal impaling meat weapon I'm rubbing in my hand