Stagger Lee

Po-lice officer, how can it be?
You can 'rest everybody but cruel Stagolee
That bad man, oh cruel Stagolee

-Traditional American blues song

He was the sort of man who let you know straight up he wasn't nothing nice, a thug, roughneck, if you like, or in his word, "scan-o-lous."

Once he had me in the motel room, he didn't even give me the time to undress. He just pushed me back on the mattress and reached under my blouse to pull out my tits. He took a moment to twist my nipples, then went straight for the object of his intentions, wrenching apart my thighs to spread my legs, tugged my panties in one snap down to my ankles, slammed back my knees and plunged two fingers sharply up the cylinder of my pussy. He obviously liked what he felt inside. "Oh, yeah," he said, "you're fuckin' wet! Fuckin' wet already, you nasty Bitch!"

Feigning protest, I struggled to get up, to escape my prone position on the mattress. Well, not really, of course, but just enough "struggle" to make that big pipe inside his trousers rise to attention. With one sweep of his big right hand he ripped down his zipper, reached inside and fumbled to pull himself out. "You want it? You want it, Bitch?" He didn't even wait for a reply, answering for me, "Yeah, I know you do? I know you been wanting some of this big dick!"

He seized the back of my skull and wrapped my hair into a knot around his fist, then dragged me up to his crotch, and jammed my head down on his dick. I gagged, much to his delight. "Choke on it! Choke on it, bitch!" he raved, taking special delight at the tears that began to reflexively roll down my cheeks.

Yeah, I'm Stagger Lee
and you better get down on your knees
and suck my dick, because if you don't
you're gonna be dead, said Stagolee,
That bad man, oh cruel Stagolee

He tossed me back onto the mattress and mounted, then with one cruel thrust, he stuck it in me. It made me squeal, "Oh, gawd!" I shrieked, "It's too big, too big for me like that!"

"Shut-up Bitch!" he snapped back, "nothin's too big for you, nothin's too big, you fuckin' Bitch!" He drilled down deep, "Now take it! Take this Mutha-fuckin' dick, Bitch!"

"Goddamn! Godamn!" I protested without effect. "Shut-up, Bitch!" he said, "You love it, Bitch, you know you do! You love this big long dick!"

"Come off that shit "he growled, "Bitch you know you want it! Maybe I should get on my cell and call my ro-dogs, so you can give everybody a play of that pussy. Would you like that?" he asked. "I might" I responded. "Yeah, I figured" he said with a smirk, "You seem like that type."

He pulled it all the way out and wagged it's big glistening head in the direction of my face and then drove it deep, deep and hard, all the way to the hilt. Stuck it fast, too, with a rib-shaking thud, all the way to the bottom of me, then just for good measure he pulled it back out and stuck it back in again, harder than the first time.

"Oh yeah, yeah, there it go, there it go," he barked, "Your poppin' now, Bitch, poppin wet!"

Truth be told, the big long pipe was gliding easy, gliding in and out without resistance, with me gone foaming wet. He crushed down on top of me, rolling it in and out, running up and back against the walls, finding that feeling he liked, then finally settling in on a steady driving power hump.

Oh yeah, I thought. This is fuckin! This is how I want it, this is how I need it, but I couldn't form the words to tell him. Instead I pulled at his shoulders and threw out my legs, threw them out wide. He had me now, the way I love to let a man use me for his pleasure, and the size of him, that big monster dick, made it seem so total.

Go, Stagolee, go, Stagolee!
Go, Stagolee, go, Stagolee!

Then I must have hollered, though I can't remember, but I felt my eyes roll back and my toes curl up and then I got it. Got it like a bomb going off inside. That cum, that filthy cum, I crave. He let loose a chuckle, I think, and then as if on cue, I felt his muscles tighten, his whole body stiffen, and with a loud satisfied grunt that made my bones vibrate, I could feel his thick cum spurt deep up inside me. Spurt all the way to parts unknown.

He rolled off me and rested quietly for a moment, beads of sweat formed on his forehead while he rested. I touched his shoulder gently, but he brushed me aside. Rising from the bed be gathered up my clothes and wadded them in is big hands. He hurled the ball of cloth at my head, "Get dressed, Bitch! Get out! We're Done!"

That bad man, oh cruel Stagolee

Koupe Fanm, Boule Kay!

Translation: "Fuck their women, burn their houses!"
-Jean-Jacques Dessalines, 1804

Underneath the false veneer of our societies there is an inevitable fact of life, and of our experience, that intercourse, to put it clinically, is the normal use of a female. A female has a hole between her legs that men must, do enter. Call me shocking, but I simply recognize that the use and abuse of it is, for manhood, an illuminated height of duty. Now let me be truthful and admit that I enjoy, ultimately, being the object of the physical, or carnal, and dare I say, mystic pleasures of men. Make no mistake that by this I do not mean "making love" or any other such euphemistic silliness.

How exactly does one "make love" anyway? Does one mix up a batch of it, like a bowl of mayonnaise? No, I like the fuck! I crave it!

For sexual partners I steadfastly avoid the milquetoast losers hungering for some kind of surrogate mommy. I like a man to act like a man and do it to me like he wants to do it to me, and for that matter, any other bitch that might cross his path; break me down and make me take the dick! The fuck is the true sex act. The fuck is nature. The fuck is deep, dark and dirty. "Making love," or whatever you want to call the waste of time and energy that fits the description of that sort of activity, is something a man shares with a female, or more likely, pretends to share, with a female. The fuck is something a man does to a female (or more bluntly does to a bitch).

The fuck is dark, dirty and degrading, and ultimately, the fuck is entirely for a mans pleasure, since as we all know--pleasure is something that is best reserved to ones self. The fuck is the natural use of a female; and the fuck enforces the status of a female, and the status of a female, is, for lack of a better way to describe this philosophy of nature, is ultimately a hole. Most men understand this by sheer instinct. They know what they enjoy, even if they are forced by our phony societies to keep the truth to themselves in secret, or in smuggled whispers amongst themselves.

Call me shocking, but I like a man to be a man, and to never, ever, be a "gentleman." I like nature as nature planned it.