The Car

You walk out to your car, climb in and sit down. Getting prepared to go out for a shopping trip, you feel my hand gently on your thigh giving it a little squeeze, it’s been a while since you felt that. My hand softly goes up your thigh touching the edge of your shorts as it sneaks it’s way up the leg of your shorts but it doesn’t go too far. Two fingers touch your panties, rubbing my fingers against them softly but enough for you to know my fingers are there. You bite your lip as you sit in your driveway, reaching down to make it stop I grab your hand and place it on the steering wheel. I tell you that it’s time for us to go.

I see you gripping the steering wheel a bit harder, i pull my hand back out giving your thigh another squeeze. You start your car and we begin our way to town.
From time to time during the drive you feel my hand on your thigh giving it a little squeeze or my fingers gently dancing on it.

Once we get into town it begins raining, you look at me and say “this isn’t good, I’m in a white shirt when it gets wet it’ll be see through” I make the suggestion we sit in the car for a bit to see if the rain lets up.. As the rain continues to fall and we watch people rush out to there cars running to try and stay as dry as possible, I place my hand on your thigh again and I begin to slide it up the leg of your shorts once again enough to tickle it against your panties making sure you can feel my fingers. You grip the steering wheel again and look at me asking me “please stop” I ask you but why and you reply with “what if someone sees us” I reply with “Isn’t that half of the excitement ?, you continue to get wetter and nobody knows”.

My fingers slide behind your panties touching your pussy as I notice that you freshly shaved it, I caress it and do circles around your lips sometimes just gently touching your lips. You continue to grow wetter. I press your panties against the wetness, and rubbing it making sure they get a nice wet mark.
I gently pinch your clit and roll it between my finger and thumb you bite your lip with enjoyment once again gripping the steering wheel, while you tell me that your so very wet.

At that moment I take my hand out of your shorts and tell you it’s time for us to go shopping, you look at me and say “but I’m so wet, I feel like I’m dripping or I’m very close to it” I look at you still with my hand on your thigh.. “Good, that’s where I want you to be, because right now that tight pussy of yours is very sensative and every little thing no matter if it’s your clothing rubbing against it or a cold breeze you will definately feel it more than usual and this is how you need to be right now.


Had The Thought…

AdventuresWithOinkieSo I was laying in bed just now and I got thinking about something, what many of you may not know unless you looked at the huge collection of books I’ve released over the years is that last year I re-released “Adventures With Oinkie

Who is Oinkie you ask ?, Oinkie is a plush pig that I bought from Toys R’ Us a number of years ago when I was feeling down and wanted a plush friend to talk to when I was alone and at the time I was going through a few things. So that’s how that wonderful piggy came into my life I’ve spent countless hours laying in bed and talking to him he’s always been a very great listener.

So a few years back I wrote Adventures With Oinkie through a different publishing company that I did (with at the time my fiancee) but I later kicked everything over to Coyotes Publishing because certain things such as Adventures With Oinkie I wanted to see get the well deserved attention that it deserved. Since I really enjoyed writing those stories and to me it was like having an imaginary friend and believe me growing up I had one of those too.

As I said, I was laying in bed not long ago and had the thought of once again re-releasing it through my new distributor but adding to it since right now it’s not long enough for the standards of my latest publishing company but I also had the thought of releasing a few more releases that were similar and perhaps doing it as a series called “Tales Of The Plush Kind” and having it geared toward kids since the stories are very kid friendly for both young and young at heart as well. Cause let’s face it no matter if your a kid or a kid at heart or have your own little one running around you know that at one point either you or your little one looked at toys like they were similar to the movie Toy Story in which they had there own lives and they did stuff when you weren’t around.

I have lots of plush toys, I love all my plush toys and I even have lots of Cabbage Patch Kid’s (CPK’s).. Yes I’m 36 and I still have lots of plush toys and cabbage patch kids, I’m a big kid at heart.  In fact almost every time I hang out with my girlfriend and we goto a mall with Toys R Us I always have the habit of finding the minion’s fart blaster and playing with it, I’ve been tempted to buy one but so far I haven’t. That could be a good thing that I haven’t bought one, or who knows maybe I’m wrong
As you may or may not have noticed I’m not a writer who sticks to one type of writing like many others, if I have an idea to write something I plan on writing it. Right now what I have just written I have the idea of releasing a few children’s books.

So if your interesting in giving me some motivation to do just that, be sure to like this post. If you want to give me more motivation leave me a comment, always love getting feedback.


How Can I ?

How can I help someone
The guy who’ve always had trouble talking and expressing his own thoughts
One of my own personal demons that’s always been on my back.
Never been good for opening myself up to people.

But at times people come to me like I know what to say
Or like I know what to do to make them feel better.
I can’t even figure out my own shit, yet people come to me.
It makes me feel like Raj from big bang.

Stand, listen and if need be hyperventilate.
It never has gotten to that last one.
But I always wish I had something better to say
Standing there and not saying anything isn’t what the person wants.

They tend to think something is wrong with you.
Perhaps something is wrong with me.
I’ve never been good in high pressure situations
I always get nervous

I know I’m also very shy around everyone.
I tend to clam up and want to hide away from everything
Knowing that’s not the best thing to do
Struggling to find the words is something I always do.

You can usually hear me stutter when I struggle
At times it becomes more and more noticeable
I wish I had better things to say at certain times.

My Father was always a good one with plenty of intelligent things to say
I guess that gene never got passed onto me.
I don’t think it reached either of his children.

At times I worry about struggling with a conversation
Perhaps that’s why I’m so quiet at times.
I hate seeing myself struggle
To stutter, to falter


Shut Off

At times I just want to shut off myself from the world.
It makes me wonder if it would be the best decision
Would anyone reach out wondering if I’m alright
Would they worry about me if they didn’t hear from me

Or would my life be more filled with quietness
Could it even get anymore quieter
I doubt that it could.
I sit in quietness, wrapped in a blanket of quiet, drowning in quiet.

My thoughts echo
Inside my mind where only I can hear them.
I wonder what else is going on.
But I’m too busy drowning

I don’t know if anyone notices
I don’t know if anyone cares
I don’t think it really matters

I’m no longer interesting
They have seen behind the curtain
I guess I’m just like every other monster
Or so that’s how they look at me.

Feeling like I should be concerned with large groups
Pitchforks and fire

I’m the one who always looks down.
Watching the ground more than what’s infront of me
Never really had a reason to lift my head up.

Easiest is just to go undetected.
To stay out of others way
To keep to myself
I do nothing but cause problems.

It’s  best to avoid detection
To be under the cover of shyness
Not having to talk

When I talk trouble seems to happen
What was one way is now another


Dark Thoughts

Just found out a guy who lived near me passed away and his cause.
Never would have thought that, always seemed so happy.
It’s got various people scratching there heads, they couldn’t believe it.

While seeing the sadness I feel like I stepped out of my body and look around.
It makes me wonder if people would react the same for me.
If it was me and not him, would reactions be the same

Or would it roll off there backs like a bead of sweat.
Like it was nothing
Like I was nothing

Is that what people expect from me
Is that where my life is leading
I know at one point in my life I spent lots of time thinking like that

Trying to figure out how to say good bye, but in the lease obvious way.
I never did do it.
At times thoughts do come across my mind, how would things be different.

What can I say ?, In some ways I can relate.
I don’t lead a great life
Nor do I lead a life filled with friends.

My life is rather quiet
Very empty
At times, very alone.

I don’t blame anyone for my life
I’ve always had trouble making friends or talking
Besides I don’t think it’s anything I can change.

I never was any good at talking or expressing myself.
Although a few  people would say differently.
I don’t know if I would agree with them or not.

At times I think I have
Other times not so much.
Guess that’s my life though

Always questioning things
Wondering if I am as well as what I feel or say.

These are just some of the dark thoughts that have went through my mind today


Non Drinker

Some people think I look down upon ones who drink alcohol
Or that I hate on you when you do such thing

Growing up, I was surrounded by drinkers
They were all two faced including my damn Father.
It was like lights on / lights off when he began to drink
That’s how noticeable it was.

He would always try to act like he’s my best friend
I learned this the hard way when he tried to get close to me
Then a few days down the road he tried to use what I said against me.
That’s when I knew not to trust him when he was drinking.

Mom was the same way, at times she still is.
I gave up drinking before Dad passed away.
Could always see myself turning into him
That’s one thing that I didn’t want

So sadly yes if you drink around me you’ll always see a different side of me.
You may not care who you see.
My whole family dumps on me for not being a drinker.
Various times a year they try to push it on me.

I would rather sit with pop in my hand
Rather than something with alcohol
People who meet other family members before me wonder why I don’t drink.
My whole family uses it as a coping mechanism.

I use to go out with a few friends and drink every chance I got.
Then one day it was like I opened my eyes
Decided I didn’t need to anymore.

I would try to drink a bit around my ex
Then I found she would push it more and more.
The little bit that I did, I didn’t enjoy. It didn’t last long
I quit doing it, she seemed to do it more.

It made me wonder if I was the cause
It was her way of dealing with me.
Before we split she talked drinking more and more
Doing liquid lunches just to forget.

She still talks like that
But now it’s more static in the background
I made one comment to her about it since we split, she lost her shit.
Laughed as I walked away

I don’t think I’m better than everyone else
I’ve always thought that I’m worse than everyone else
But my non drinking ways won’t change that

If you drink around me then yes, you may see a different side of me.
Perhaps hear it in my voice too
Perhaps see it in my actions

It’s just the way I am
It’s how I look at things


Mind Shattered

The last little while I feel like my mind is shattered
Still trying to figure out who I am.
I know what I use to enjoy doing.
But at times I struggle to regain that.

The interest doesn’t seem to last.
I feel, I guess in a way, broken.
A shell of what I use to be.
Still trying to figure out who I am.

Certain things do seem normal
Other things don’t and I question why I do them.
Scratching my head, making myself wonder
Certain times I can’t look in the mirror anymore.

Other times I don’t want to turn on my devices
To get messages from people.
Not that I don’t want to talk, I just struggle with conversation.
Not sure how to answer things anymore

How do I explain that
When I sit and look at the screen
At times I struggle to write what I post.
Other times I wonder why I do.

It makes me wonder if I should keep doing it.
Similar thoughts go through my head.
I keep coming back to it
At times I wonder why

Still having trouble expressing myself
To myself or others close to me
Feel like I threw a rock inside my mind
Felt it shattered

Trying to piece it together like a puzzle
With no helping picture
Wondering if I should throw out certain parts
They don’t fit into it anymore

Wanting to start certain things over, start them fresh.
I just don’t know what to do
Sitting and wondering
Where to begin

Where to end
What the middle is
How this will all come together
What’s left


Late Night

Sitting here at the computer late night.
Was laying in bed earlier, watched two movies and listened to some music.
Had enough then decided to get up.

Not really sure what else to do tonight.
My girl popped herself online, we chatted for a few.
At times we don’t have much to say and that’s fine.

Other times we sound like a broken record with the same questions and answers.
But neither one of us really care, it’s just the communication that’s nice.
I know I have always had trouble opening up to people.

I would like to think that I’ve gotten better with her
At times I think I have, other times I question it.
Have I really gotten better or am I just kidding myself

Just trying to make myself feel better about the situation in my life
Wondering what the future will hold.
As I continue to grow old and my insides grow cold.

I look at the clock and see that it’s almost 3am
I wonder what I should be doing next.
Perhaps back to my bed is where I shall go to rest.

I don’t overly feel tired
But lately I don’t feel much of anything
Been trying to get my sleeping habits back to normal

It doesn’t seem to be happening.
At times laying in bed starring up at the ceiling
Is the worse thing for me to do for myself.

My mind wonders
Thoughts be racing
I feel like I want to get out of bed.

I don’t know if I should because that will just have me starring at a wall
As I write my thoughts I wonder why anyone would want to read these.
Wondering what the future holds.