On 03-03-2011 or 03-04-2011 I mouse-click marked a suspect follower tweet with a following tweet on my Cosmic Prophet Twitter site, a follower tweet I also received by email. The post was from an individual with a Spanish name that made reference to his penis and not to and irrelevant to the new articles and blog postings on my news page and WordPress blog.com, whose links I post on Twitter in my tweets to secure readers of my news and blog postings. My complaint was saved on each of my two email sites and on my laptop word processor. In the afternoon of 03-05-2011 I saw a note on my laptop computer screen informing me that my firewall was off and to click on the message to turn it on, which I did and followed the simple procedure for turning it on.
When I visited my Twitter sites I found that this individual's icon was gone from both my follower and following lists. A check of my email found the email Twitter follower message missing and my email trash empty. Bottom line: no record or trace of the concerned follower tweet. In recognition and protection of the literary value of this passage and more as well as the poem from my complaint, which I suspect was read and may be plagiarized, I am publishing it in part below:
"her tight-gripping, yet very fluid, vagina during the quite intense, high-endurance and repeated sex between me, at age 28, 5'6.5” tall, then 134 1b., in peak athletic condition and biological fitness, and her, at age 24, 5'8'' tall and slender, with a excellent body shape and body that was also physically energetic and highly fit, with us mutually thrusting and bucking our hips and groins against each other. As I was mesmerized by her physical beauty and always longed for her like for no woman before or since and never imagined my lust for her would be fulfilled, given the competition for her and my lesser height to hers, when I got a phone invitation to come over and spend the night with her and the clothes came off and I saw that she was a sex-queen goddess in the buff, I got carried away and unleashed, glutted and unloaded my fiery, volcanic passion on her for all I could, and could get, like I was on a once-in-a-lifetime for-free mother-lode shopping spree and there would be no tomorrow for me at the splendor and awe of her queen-bee moment of amorous affection, with her, as we lay and maneuvered in bed, complimenting me on my desirability to her with her deep stares into my eyes, her long kisses and hugs, and her words, and roving and rubbing hands, her feverish licking of her lips, gasps, moaning and shrieks, and her reciprocal gluttonous pelvic thrusting of my groin. As I indicated, this was a one-time event, with her, sitting up in her queen-size bed, stoically remarking after its conclusion, like a human reptile or android, as I was leaving, upon the daylight of the morning, for home to shower, breakfast, brush and sleep: “You were quite efficient.” Although it was an experience I will always remember and that as such will likely protect my mind from Alzheimer's disease and senility, should I live a long time, nevertheless it may have...
Based on what I had observed and knew of her, from our personally probing talks with each other and our interactions on dates, including some at my residence and some at hers, over the time I had been associated with her, ¾ of a year as of the time of our liaison, I found her to be a careful and restrained person in matters of intimacy -- although naively impressionable to her vulnerability in some important regards -- and did not interpret her invitation to me to spend the night with her as an indication of promiscuity on her part .... (I had been invited before, in my young adult years, to spend the night with other young women, afraid and lonely when their girlfriend roommates were gone on vacation or for a weekend, and lost two unassociated friends by excusing myself from this, and was shown to a separate room to stay in by another, in whom I was interested). I got the invitation, to my mind, not because she was promiscuous, but because days earlier I had tried to seduce her at my residence, with me saying to her that I wanted to kiss her and with her replying that if I did not kiss her I wouldn't get another chance, which stunned me and made me lose my breath and nerve, momentarily. Nervously, I promptly kissed her and gradually relaxed and we did a lot of embracing and long kissing and I attempted to sexually touch her, whereupon she backed away and criticized me and departed. Days later she phoned me, made accusations about my motives and interviewed me about my feelings for her. Apparently, she accepted my honesty and candor, was emotionally moved and succumbed to the apparently unabated, and perhaps raging, excitement of our last encounter. I conjecture that she was trying to shake off the sexual spell (obsession) I may have had on her from that encounter by letting me sexually ravage her – a sexual catharsis..."
Copyright 2011 W.C. Davis
Solo Sexual Liberation
He doted not on any woman.
Nor fancied he any man.
But he found love in himself,
in the rapture of his hand.
Copyright 2011 W.C. Davis
In Debt of Dr. Jocelyn Elders
