The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

By Stanley Collymore



We were both massively turned on by each other’s presence

and the prime opportunity to strengthen and keenly

assist this auspicious state of affairs was

obviously and decidedly there; two

perceptive minds in complete unison with one

another and quite noticeably reacting as

one, with the thoughts which they naturally,

mutually, collaboratively and highly

anticipatorily conjured up as the precursor

to this most predictable of outcomes,

unmistakably conveying to our

willingly eager and up for

it bodies what was most

urgently required

and, on our part,

deservedly

needed

to be

done!



With indecent haste frenzied but all the same purposeful

and astute hands pulled feverishly at the other’s

submissive body, impatiently encouraging

adept fingers to symbiotically and

readily release in this concertedly

lascivious process of disrobement the

body-hugging outer and normally concealed

personal undergarments that till now had

demarcated the boundary between

conventional decency and that of

outright nudity; but which

indecorously subjected

to this premeditated,

perpetual and reciprocally

enlivening pre-coital activity

naturally brought into

serious contention the

question of their

sustainable

viability.



Now impressively accoutred but only in one’s natural nakedness

and with quite distinctly male and female physical differences

evidently and admirably complementing each other as

their respective catalyst but nevertheless with their

proactive participation in this transparently

manifest sexual seduction skilfully and

tantalizingly held in abeyance until

the optimum moment for success

was efficaciously embarked

upon, the drive for us

towards achievable

multiple orgasms

had well and

truly begun.



However, added to this enthralling scenario were corporeal

attributes like stimulatively aroused breasts and bloated

genitalia, all of them material players in their own

right and not merely adjuncts in this sexual

extravaganza, having additionally and generatively derived

their own burgeoning ardour through the consummate

expertise of a somewhat impetuous but, even so,

a remarkably effective mouth working fully in

tandem with its assiduously committed tongue,

and compellingly ensuring that our shared

sexual journey diligently begun was now on its course

of no return. So given these specific circumstances

it was hardly surprising then that they too now

rapidly, and somewhat expediently as it

happened, began the process of adding

to this heady mix that was already

charged and openly expressed,

their own distinctive but

similarly intoxicating

contributions.



Oh the joys of agreeable sex when it’s not only consensually

undertaken but also expertly done; two vibrant bodies

physically, passionately and in the course of its

duration inextricably linked as one in what’s

an undoubted animalistic display of unbridled ardour,

that in the madding and seemingly unquenchable

yearning for orgasmic deliverance can in the

right circumstances and together with a

competent and considerate lover who

is completely au fait with what sex

is all about involuntarily, even

for the experienced in such

matters but scarily so for

the novice initiated

into them, induce

a state of near

stupor.



A thoughtful lover too who, moreover, would be most

offended as well as morally and professionally

adamantly disinclined in this supremely intimate,

robustly physical, profoundly psychological

and interactive situation between two intensely

up for it individuals preparedly anticipating

a choice spermatic bequest about to be

decisively offloaded inside the specifically chosen

and appropriately serviced vaginal reservoir:

practicably expansive and suitably of variable

depth, to ever settle for anything that

vaguely fell short of their very best

effort, or which unfortunately in

the aftermath of all these spirited endeavours

could even distantly either mistakenly or

far-fetched be construed as anything

less than what the French pithily

refer to as la petite mort: the

enigmatic little death!



Then as the churning waves of this expeditiously

advancing and coital tsunami were imminently

and unimpeded about to savagely crash down

with an overwhelmingly frenetic force of

palpable intensity upon two threshing

bodies finding themselves uproariously and

unmanageably thrown into total disarray

by the wild subjugation of all temperate

thoughts and their immediate replacement by

the unilateral imposition of sheer carnal lust; in

those circumstances then it would have been

utterly inconceivable not to perceive and

equally foolish as well to carelessly

underestimate the naked and

physical power of la petite mort –

the enigmatic death – now

rapidly and assertively in the

process of unleashing

its indomitable

fury on both

of us.



© Stanley Collymore

22 February 2014.



Comment:

Shared orgasms can and do successfully keep depression, a medically ascribed killer condition, decisively at bay. So what are you waiting for? Go on; spoil yourselves and start doing so straightaway!

By Stanley Collymore



Does anyone really know for sure what love is really

all about? We all clearly think that we do, but

how realistic is that assumption and what

are the conclusive grounds to prompt

such a conclusion much less any

absolute certainty, particularly

when collectively there isn’t

and has never been any

unanimity whatsoever

on how each and

everyone of us

individually

perceives

love to

be?



Consequently love means, as it has always done,

different things to everyone, an observation,

let’s be candid about that, which there’s

no getting away from however much

the individual concerned might be

tempted to either conceal or

even deny to themselves

this transparent fact.

To some people, therefore, love is all about

romantic inclinations, while others view

it as nothing more than a suitable

and convenient fig leaf to mask

their solitary purpose, which

is to fruitfully indulge in

multiple assignations

or unconstrained

acts of sexual

coition.



But there are other by-products of it that one can

assertively state or unchallengeably name, like

fashioning purported loving relationships

purely for companionship sake; or

perhaps keenly partake in that time

honoured and traditional pastime,

so beloved of our British royalty

and aristocracy, of marrying

not necessarily for love

but, most imperative

for them, to preserve their

profoundly cherished,

naturally perceived

and, of course,

infinitely

precious

blood

line.



Pedigree notions of exclusivity, flimsily

but all the same expectantly based on

outrageous fantasies of genetic

superiority, which calculatingly,

quite arbitrarily and proscriptively

banish all perceived or any exploratory

disposition towards emotional entanglements

much less so the encroachment of genuine love;

the adherents of such points of view even

now in the 21st Century delusionally

convincing themselves that what

personal relationships they

ultimately need to form

must, by virtue of

the divine status hereditarily

endowed on and entrusted to

them by God himself, be

largely determined by

higher considerations

and not simply

earthly ones

alone!



These bizarre vicissitudes of life aside though

love does occasionally, if permitted to,

manifest itself in more conventional,

appealing and private ways that

quite often can and do

invariably turn out to be the mainstay of

exceptionally significant relationships that

fruitfully harvest the good in each of those

fortunate recipients while at the same

time avidly jettisoning the negative

aspects within them, which

these individuals consciously know were

these allowed to exist would eventually

in terms of their love for each other,

any prospect of a meaningful and

long-term future together, or

their general happiness

be their undoubted

Nemesis.



So however you perceive love to be; what you

personally expect to beneficially derive from it or

even entrust to it yourself if as expectantly you

meet what you consider to be not only the

right person to fall in love with but also

to freely and willingly share your life

with too, do remember that to be committedly

in love is as diametrically divergent from

wishful thinking on matters amorous

as anything ever could be; has to be

worked at assiduously in every

way, and shouldn’t be confused

or confine itself only to the

propagandistic, banal or

commercial importunities

corporately churned out

either round about or

actually on Saint

Valentine’s

Day!



© Stanley V. Collymore

9 February 2014.



Observation:

They say that love is in the eye of the beholder; curiously there’s no mention of lust which features more prominently than love in many, and arguably so the overwhelming majority of personal relationships that are either consensually or otherwise engaged in within our contemporary world. So where precisely, biologically speaking, is lust located?



Make the most of your Valentine’s Day and the opportunities, either handed to you on a platter or concertedly devised by you, that that day presents. However caution is advised and a few words of warning to boot in your shell-like! Namely, that whether you partake of these offered opportunities maturely or for that matter childishly is you affair, literally speaking, just as long as you’re prepared to accept the consequences that stem from your actions/activities on that day and accordingly deal effectively and accountably with them, and not expect the responsible members of your society or community come to that to be left with picking up the customary burdensome, financial tab for your casual and societally detrimental indiscretions!

By Stanley Collymore



Have you ever tried to enter the mind of a

thoroughbred moron, or more crucially

endeavoured to understand what, if

anything, goes on there? It’s a

daunting task I assure you;

not one for the faint-hearted, and

that even when undertaken by

the most prescient-minded

of individuals is utterly

soul-destroying and

can easily lead

to despair.



Analogous I would say, and I’m

absolutely sure you would willingly

agree if unhappily you’ve been

obliged to go down that path,

to attempting to negotiate

a treacherous weir, paddles

at the ready but no canoe

or other marine craft

at hand to safely

conduct you

on your

way.



Therefore, when such inbred idiots eagerly

and without prompting or any sort of

encouragement from anyone other

than likeminded morons like

themselves unasked to but all the same open

up their mouths to opinionatedly advise

on or advance solutions to matters

or even problems which they

know absolutely nothing about, and

as you either charitably humour

or more preferably disdainfully

deride them, just remember

who precisely and what

exactly they really are:

human detritus, that

constitute the cancerous

elements of an unsafe

and hazardously

contaminated

humanity.



Habitually the unthinking and obviously as well

unplanned outcome of an all too commonplace

bastardy offloaded onto longsuffering and

beleaguered decent societies forced to

accommodate their sort when in

actuality these societies would be infinitely

better off, to say the least, were they to

concertedly harvest these imbeciles

for their body parts; their brains

decidedly excluded of course

since transparently these

would clearly be of no

bloody use to either

man or beast!



© Stanley V. Collymore

5 February 2014.



Commentary:

They say that the poor will always be with us; I wholeheartedly disagree. Not in the least so because it’s my firm conviction that if the authentic international community genuinely had a mind to it could permanently eradicate global poverty in a relatively short space of time. A personal conviction that leads me to similarly believe that the same thing could be done in respect of the rank, pervasive and wholly pernicious stupidity with its attendant dire consequences that regrettably the less discerning among us quite liberally tolerate and even make excuses for but which undoubtedly is dangerously inimical to the welfare of our respective societies generally and the best interests of humanity in particular.



Long before he became Prime Minister of Britain and well in advance of the meteoric rise of the Nazis to power in Germany as well as the rest of continental Europe Winston Churchill a life-long eugenicist advocated the compulsory sterilization of such people in Britain to prohibit them from breeding with each other, producing more of their kind and consequently with their defective intellectual genes contaminating the wholesome stock of the rest of British society. The Nazis of course had their own inimitable solution to this problem – the holocaust; while the Soviets and their satellite satrapies periodically carried out their own pogroms to eradicate their undesirables.



Whatever methods are employed in the 21st Century is a moot point since there is no mistaking the obvious fact that something has to be done to remedy this contagious and fast escalating problem. And while race, ethnicity, skin colour, social class or background, financial status, gender, religion, nationality or the espousal of different and even controversial opinions that are completely divergent from those of mainstream thinking must not under any circumstance subjectively become or solely render those in these categories eligible for either individual or selective compulsory eradication, specifically so because diversity and the ability to constructively think and act outside and beyond the accepted confines of conformity are salient ingredients that act as the catalyst and even serve as the bedrock of a truly progressive and mutually beneficial society for all those genuinely deserving of being the recipients of such, anything else that stand in the way of this must be implacably excised. Endemically rank, pervasive and pernicious stupidity falls squarely, in my opinion, within this must be proscribed category.



No sensible person who values their life would adamantly resist an amputation and hang on to an incurable, highly infectious and life-threatening gangrenous leg on the asinine basis that they were born with two legs and two legs are what they’re going to retain. Similarly you wouldn’t in a public common room observe a prized idiot, however old that individual was, walk into that same room, extract a live grenade from their duffel coat and unconcernedly watch them proceed to mess around with it on the pretext that it’s none of your business or they’re simply whiling away the time. Nor would you, I suspect, like any other intelligent person tolerate or have any sympathy whatsoever for an inveterate arsonist who sets fire to your house in the dead of night while you and the other residents there were fast asleep and in the process gravely endangers your life.



Only for you all on being rescued later told by some official absurdly seeking to exculpate this moron’s criminal activity that he or she had uncaring parents while they were growing up though they all lived in the lap of luxury. Or else that that person came from a disadvantaged background and allowances should be made for them. Or even more bizarrely that this individual liked creating fires because the commotion they caused, the fire service racing to the scene, and the life and limb risks that their arsonist propensities subjected you and your family to, as well as others who had previously been placed in similar circumstances, gave him or her a sexual high which they were unable to achieve in normal relationships as they just didn’t have any of their own. Therefore you must be understanding; biblically turn the other cheek; and simply forgive and forget. It’s not rocket science to determine what your reaction would be.



So why then do our societies persist in tolerating and even indulging brain dead morons that even the administering of lobotomies to them couldn’t remedy their situation, and who furthermore are infinitely more dangerous to the rest of us in every conceivable way? We cull animals, don’t we? Quite often needlessly so; so why not our human detritus as well?



On that note I’d like to dedicate the attached poem to Leslie Philbert, Dean Cry and those of a similar mindset. I wouldn’t say that they inspired me to write this poem, oh no; as collectively they would be completely incapable of inspiring even the most incontinent individual to have a piss or otherwise go to the loo, just that unwittingly on their part they’ve substantially provided me with all the material I could ever have needed to create this poem.