34625 Blog Feed: yadokta 2008-07-24 06:07:41 yadokta Your e-mail address 127866 2008-07-24 06:58:41               Some one stole my phone! My phone! The phone company is sending me a new phone and the same number. They can burn out your old phone, so whats the point in stealling one?
              I know I'll never get this person, but I hate them with a passion. They are costing me £100-£500 pewr day. I realy need that number back. They told me it would take 3-5 working days! Its thursday now! 
               All my fucking numbers! All of them!

                            Realy pissed off!!! ]]> 126484 2008-07-21 17:52:01
           Hi I rent out my ass, I'm mabe not as manily as you think I am, Is not a great line to start a long and meeningful friendship. Infact its best to stay far away from this comment. Nor is I fuck guys in the ass when I'm not drinking with you guys. That does not go down well at party's either. You can understand my friends problem, I'm sure you can.
             Luckily, I have managed not to say any of those things whilst in polite conversation. The truth is hard to come by at the best of times, so these poeple will never come by this big truth. I have found myself in the middle of a gang. They seem to like and respect me. How this interests me, would they still like and respect the real me? Who is the real me? I'm not confident that I know!
                     Thank you for listening:) ]]> 125193 2008-07-18 14:25:02 Just time to write a short pice. I'm dressed up ready for a night on the town. How do you get ready?

              A LarDge Line, do my ironing. Get dressed, do my hair. Then tell myself how (this is very important!) good I look. 

             Do I have everything? I think I do.

                                   Money? Yep. 

                            Johnny's? Yep, gota be careful.

 Now, time to terrorise the town. The know not what they are in for.

                             Ya Dokta xxx
   ]]> 125157 2008-07-18 12:33:07 I was pulling the head off it earlier to womens tennis, A common practise I am led to believe.
 
     
        So, the weekend is opon us. I have been taking a break from working of a weekend. Its not that I am lazy, you understand. I just can't be arsed.
      I have made lots of friends in my new home. The lies and deseption begins all over again! I can't help it, from one fucked up lie to another great big white elephant. Who will I be to them? Just a friend I hope, why do you have to know so much about a person anyway? If you ask so many questions then surely you deserve to be lied to.
      When you have no skills and are to lazy to get any, you have a few things you can do. You have normal everyday crime, prostitution, or a j-j-j-(spit) er.... A Job! Well I don't want to actualy work it does not pay the bills, crime does pay but prison time scares me off. I wouldn't mind if it was all gay rape, but the violence puts me off. And then we come to being a male escort. Well, it is what it is. Mabe not as glamorous as I would have you believe. But it pays well, I can afford enough coke to keep me happy, and pay the climbing fuel prices whilst putting money away.
       I like to have friends but its hard. Ok, I sound like I'm moaning about my life. Its been ok realy, today I meen. 

                            Well they kicked me out of the park, apparently its atni-social behaviour. You would think they would appreciate it. Thats women tennis players for you. ]]> 124125 2008-07-16 12:32:02                    I heard him talk to his friends, but it was obvious they thought he was a dick. Infact so did I, he had the persona of a complete prick. Two of his friends sat on my table, I swear they did not know I was there.
                  Apparently, he was going to chat to some girl. It was obvious to me that he would fail, and they seemed to agree. I don't know what he said but he probly said "Hi, do you come here often?"
                  Next thing he was walking away with his head down. He had failed as I knew he would. Some girls are just plain nasy, and don't realise how they appear to most men. You can tell when you pass a glance, and you know their mind. Most men know this but some think it is their un-confidence. Some girls go out for a drink and are offended by any male interest. Why? I don't know girls are fucked up that way. Mabe because they have a ring on their finger or because they are not interested in men.
                    They would be upset to find that on a night out, no one was interested. They are un-friendly girls and should be avoided by everyone. They only have to say 'no thanks'. No need for aggression, its just unfair even if he was a dick. Her friend was nice though, she must have sort comfort in the fact her friend was aggressive. Seeing her aggression as a strengh.
                     I phoned a friend, I was not bothering these girls. It was too much effort, as far as I could tell they had lost out. He was on his way, I needed some company now. I went to the toilet and layed down a monster line. I came up like he-man and the power of grey skull.
                     I seen him turn a corner to join me, I turned off my stealth camoflage. It was funny, because it was like I startled the guys I had been sitting with for almost an hour now. Reasured that my camoflage still worked, I greeted my friend.
                     Then we got totaly smashed, I did not pull. I did not try to, I did not go near the nice girl and the nasy bint with her. I just got drunk and had a dance with afew girls. I don't always fuck everything that moves.


                                Ya Dokta xxx ]]> 123020 2008-07-14 08:27:42 This is not as bad as some I have wrote. It still has some terrible language, ofensive desribing words and shit like that. So, don't read it. Simple, just don't read it.
You will probly get board before the third paragrath, so don't waste your time.

               

              The Office.



              It had been a hard day, and as usual she felt as if nothing had been accomplished. There were still orders to fill, phone calls to make, emails to read, and all she really wanted to do was head home and go to bed.
               Actually, what she really wanted to do was go to bed with Steve, the handsome temp secretary who had worked in the office for the last few weeks. Ever since she'd met him she'd been lusting after his well-built body. It didn't help that he was also a very sweet guy with a cheerful smile. She always felt happier whenever he was nearby, not to mention alot hornier.
                Sarah tried to focus. She realized she'd just read the same paragraph six times, and she was supposed to have finished checking this report by 5pm. She sighed again and tried to put Steve out of her mind. Sometimes she wondered if her promotion had been a poisoned chalice. She wasn't sure if the unpaid overtime and extra stress was worth the fatter paycheck.
                A knock at the door roused her. Steve entered carrying yet another report, and carefully closed the door behind him. Despite herself, Sarah felt her face redden, and her heart began to thud in her chest.
           "Ms Sandersen says she needs this done ASAP," Steve said, offering the folder to Sarah, who rolled her eyes in frustration.
           "Huh, like I don't have anything better to do," she grumbled. Taking the report, she smiled him. "Ah, don't mind me. Thanks, Steve."
           "Hard day, I see," he said, grinning back at her. "You could probably do with a holiday."
           "Don't I know it," Sarah laughed.
           "Your shoulders look tense. You need to take a break and relax, I think. Here…" Steve moved behind her, and placed his hands on her shoulders, beginning to rub the knotted muscles out. "I'm studying massage," he said.
            Sarah knew it wasn't the most inappropriate thing for him to be doing, but at that moment, she didn't care. His fingers were working magic with her shoulders, and his very presence was playing havoc with her groin. She could smell his scent, and it was igniting an intense yearning within her.
            She glanced around the office. The blinds were closed, and the door was shut, though not locked. She knew that after this moment, she couldn't possibly do any more work. The only thing on her mind was how much she wanted Steve. She decided to take one of the biggest risks of her life.
            "You know Steve," she said as nonchalantly as she could. "I like what you're doing with your fingers. Would you mind terribly if I sexually harassed you?" Oh my god, she thought, had she realy just said that?!
              He stopped moving for a moment, and she felt a moment of panic. "Er… what kind of harassment were you planning?" he asked. Mabe she has whips and a rack, he thought.
              It took a couple of moments to register the 'ok, I'm up for anything'ness' in his voice, but finally Sarah relaxed.
            "Well, I was hoping to sexually harass you all over my desk, if possible." 
             His hand slipped down and cupped her breast, and she breathed in sharply as his fingers tweaked her nipple through her black dress. 
            "Hmmm," he said. "I'll have to check my diary, but I think I'm available right now."
             He leaned over her shoulder and their lips met. Sarah reveled in the kiss. It was insistent, but still gentle, and she breathed in the scent of him with glee. Within moments he had her pushed back onto the desk, their mouths still hungrily joined, and they began to paw at each other's clothing.
             Sarah's heart was thumping. Her boss, or any other workmate could walk in at any moment, but she couldn't stop. Steve was hers now, and she could feel eager passion flowing through her veins. She wanted him, and she wanted him right this very instant.
              His hand slid up her thigh, leaving tingling echoes in its wake. He tugged her panties down and pushed her flat onto the desk, opening her legs and admiring her now exposed pussy. Within seconds he had buried his face between her thighs, plunging his wet tongue into her folds. She gasped with pleasure as he began to lick her clit with just the right strokes.
              Sarah put her hand over her mouth, worried that she would moan too loudly. Steve knew what he was doing, because he felt her building upto orgasm. When he inserted a finger into her cunt, it overcame her, and she shuddered as the waves of pleasure rolled outwards.
               Still panting, she lifted her head and saw the need in Steve's eyes. She scrambled to her feet and bent over the desk, presenting her ass to his gaze. She heard him unzip and pull out his cock, then groaned as he pushed it into her, sliding the hard flesh all the way to the hilt.
              Steve put his hands on her hips and began to move his cock in and out. Sarah reached around and began to stroke her already swollen clit. As Steve pushed faster and harder, Sarah felt another orgasm swelling. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have him inside her. The simple idea of him being attracted to her was thrilling enough, but to be fucking him right there in the office was incredible. He could well have been tying her shoelaces and she would have cum.
              With a shudder, her climax arrived, her cunt clenching around his hot cock. Within seconds Steve followed her example, bucking against her with pleasure, yet not uttering a sound. It was all over too soon, and they collapsed together, breathing heavily.
              An awareness of their precarious situation soon came back to them both. Sarah hurriedly replaced her panties and smoothed her hair while Steve zipped himself up. For a moment they stood looking at each other, and Sarah felt sheepish until Steve broke into a huge grin.
             "Perhaps we should go on a proper date before you sexually harass me next time," he said...

                                    Ya Dokta xxx


]]> 122767 2008-07-13 18:00:56             Well, I've been partying hard for the last few days. I've burnt the candle at both ends, and thrown it out. I have had half a story on draft, but I can not think of a way to make it a good story.
              I will write about some of the things I get upto instead. I have a section called fiction, so, some of it may be the truth and some may not. Fuck it, you'll have to work it out. ]]> 121732 2008-07-11 07:30:34         I'm struggling with ideas, gota be new and different. Well I think I have anyway. It will probly be very explicit, or not explicit. I don't know. I must start by being very aggressive, it gets me thinking. Feeling the anger flowing within me, my blood boils and the dark side comes out.
        Thoughts of pain and death, screams in the dark. This inspires me. So, if you are religious I sudjest you have an early night, and don't get back up. You know who's side I'm on. You know I would love you, I just don't like you.
         I would never rape your granny, she wanted it. She said my cock was the best she'd had since old grandad. Don't get upset that I slept with your brother, I have time for you too. Your mummy's got a drinking problem, but she screams like a top grade whore in bed. 
         Ask your daddy, did he get the viagra I sent him? When pope John-Paul died I tried to dig him up with a tub of vasaline. Its always best to microwave for ten secounds, this makes the vasaline warm. They feel more alive that way. Its quite a sound when the hip bones crack. Just wait till this racsist one goes, I'll be there escorting him to the place that suits him best.
         He said slap him and call him shelly, but hay whatever your father pays for, right? Hay, islam, this man born to man thing. A baby was born in the usa, to a gender re-asigned woman. Does that count? Your new messenger born to infidels? Thats gota piss you off. Seems like the Alla guy has fucked you right in the ass. I don't like catholic's but atleast they don't cut up little kids anymore. Oh yes in the name of mohamed fuck face, thats his full name. They like to cut little girls sex organs up, more as a hobby as I see it.
           Alla and Mohamed were gay, they fucked each other every day. Mohamed called Alla a god because he had a big dick, well by Mohameds standards anyway as he only had a 1incer. They tried and tried but could not get pregnant, two men just can't get pregnant by fucking each other in the ass. One day some one great will be born to man. Thats what that is realy about. 
          Oh yes, islam I'm British. So, please rush out and by my flag to burn. Fuck spending your cash on your kids schooling, go buy a flag and burn it. Of couse when you by it, its your fucking flag. Not my flag! Its your money, not my money! 
          The flags are probly made it Taiwan, so the more you buy and burn the better off they are. The circle of life. Seriously, This is abit of a rant, but I need this anger. You need my anger. The catholic church and islam are basicaly the same. Full of shit and scared to say how they fuck each others asses, most catholics are gay. Most muslims like abit of anal with another man.
            I would save you from this life, but I don't like who you have became. Well, thats my anger out the way time to think of a story!!!
                                                Sincerly doing your mummy, 
                                                                                              Ya Dokta. xxx ]]> 120667 2008-07-09 08:38:45            Well... I was alittle out of my head on saturday. I went out and had alot of fun, I had a tonne of coke and gallons of beer, mabe evan a gary. I brought this guy home, told him to go upstairs and get comfortable. I thought checking my email was a good thing todo. I ended up posting a realy un-readable post and sending some people messages! Sorry to those people! Realy sorry!
                        I don't know what I thought I was doing. I appologise realy I do! I appologise for the post to.

                Anyway, when I was done showing the world how fucked I get on a night out, I went up to see him. He was on my bed looking good, pulling the head off it! Without me? I couldn't have that. So, I went down on him. He was moaning quite loud, and I sucked his cock harder. It was almost painful for him, but he couldn't do anything about it.
                 I kissed him, sucking his bottom lip and bitting his top lip. Teasing my tongue around his lips but never inside. His cock was this hard (0(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((8 so, I grabbed my lube. Its never far away. I was out of my head, totally off my face, in the land of the fairies, off my cake, completely and uterly fucked out of my brain, but willing to get fucked alittle more. I applied the lube like a pottery maker (a condom was also used!). The I slowly slid onto his cock, it was not as easy as this. It was very painful at first, I'm not a slag you know! I finnaly got him in all the way, that is the time to move slowly up and down till your hole get used to the stretch.
                I became used to it after awhile but it still felt like baseball bat. He helped me up and down and made his thrusts deep. We changed to the missionary, which is not easy. He rammed me into the bed and I bounced back up, we had a perfect ryhm going. I didn't bother to wank my cock as the anal was good enough, I did not want to cum like this. I turned to the doggy, and he had all the power off a bull on steroids. It still felt like the biggest cock in Brittain. I started to wank and I knew I would cum, I let it go. I came, it sprayed across the room. I think it put a dent in my wall, or atleast chipped it. I was in too much exstasy to stop him, and he carried on ramming his cock in my ass.  I felt him rip out of my ass, I turned to my back and looked at him. His jiz hit me like molten lava, I was the island of Pompei. Some of it went into my mouth, it tasted salty sweet. I played with it without swollowing, when we kissed again I shared it with him. My tongue covered in cum, I licked the back of his mouth. 
                 I sucked his cock clean, in the morning it was my turn. Then I tried to sleep, kept awake by drugs and the thought of more sex like this. ]]> 118505 2008-07-04 12:00:46 Struggling with writting a new short story, help.
                   I'm going out tonight, I'm gona get totally smashed. My working phone is off and I'm gona go enjoy myself instead of shagging all the time.
         Smoking in public places has been banned in Amstadam but you can smoke a big joint with no tabacco in it! Thats fucking great! I love dutch law!
                 So, I will be getting extremely pissed this weekend, how about you? If your from the UK you will know how  to get pissed. You Yankie doodle dandy's should learn our custom too. No dis-respect. 
           ]]> 117664 2008-07-02 18:25:33 More erotica soon, but first. I do the greattest barbie in the whole entire world and universe. Infact I have seen little space ships hovering over trying to steal my resipies. They can't have it, fuck 'um. Neither can you so don't ask.
                         I did a great barbie on tuesday. I tried again for today. And it fuckin' rained! I seen the cloud come over, people had warned me. I canceled the whole thing, but done a bit of chicken for myself. I tried in vane to stop the clouds, but listen they did not. I shouted at the top of my lungs "fuck you clouds, fuck you. Go away, leave me in peace, I want some fucking chicken".
"DAMB YOU! DAMB YOU ALL TO HELLLLL!" They did not hear me. I even did an old English sun shine dance in morris dancing style. My chicken would cook, I knew the sky would do as I said, I knew it. I must be able to command the rain to stop, I just was not trying hard enough.
                          I sat near my barbie and scrached a picture of the sun into the stone. I meditated getting really fuck wet and cold. Then as I began to feel like giving up it stopped. The sun came out and my chicken was nearly done. "I HAVE THE POWWEERRR!" I said to the world. 
                                      I my friends am a God, I control the sky! To this I drank more vodka! ]]> 115787 2008-06-28 10:25:28          Phone a friend, ask the audience, or go 50-50. Explain, what is a friend? I think I know, but I love money so much. I've been working hard, when I say working hard, I meen putting hours in. Its not easy sometimes, I don't curl up in the shower crying and feeling used. Scrubbing away with a wire brush, and bleaching my cock. 
               Sometimes, the people discust even me. I do my job, but its hard to get an erection when, you keep thinking what a fat bastard they are. While pumping away you noitice a big hair beer gut. You think, shit I'm so much better looking than you! This is not very nice, but a bit of exercise would not go a miss!
                So, after pluming a fat guy. I phoned a friend, I needed to fuck something good looking to get the image out of my head. Its still there, it will go with time. She came round to see me, which was nice, and also what I wanted. It must have been about 1200hrs or some stupid time like that. 
                 I had some wine, but she prefered to drink my beer instead! Fuckin' women! I had a shower before she came round, using heavy duty cleaning products. Anyhow, she got drunk with me. I was fairly drunk aswell. Its not the best, drunken sex. I prefer to be sober. I just can't seem to cum when I'm drunk. Well I fucked the living shit out of her, this was fun. I love snorting cocain of a birds tits, while slowly fucking her. This is what girls are made for.
                 I'm just joking ladies! You have other purposes. I had been going most of the night into the morning, and my phone rang. I've never been one to turn down a job, so I sat on the couch. I answered it and got her to suck my cock. It was 0530hrs and they wanted an hour mabe more out of me. Add the time it takes to have yet another shower to get the smell of this girl off and to do the traveling.
                I got there at 0700hrs, and it was another fat fuck. I was not happy, I was still a little drunk. I was scared that I might lose my erection. All was well when this guy fell asleep sucking my cock. I took my money out of his wallet, and left a note. I do not steal, I could have. Next time I'll turn my phone off. Drunk driving is not good, but the cocain helps. Anyway that was some of the start to my weekend. I've been busy today too. My night I hope will be full. I'm going out next weekend though. ]]> 113792 2008-06-24 09:55:07            I got a call, on the bat phone. The guy sounded young, and alittle shy. I got an address, then got changed. I put a shirt on with my jeans and shoes. I collected my kit. I slotted my blade into the back of my jacket, just in case. You never know, trust me.
                Thank fuck for Sat-nav, I fuckin' love sat-nav! I'm a man I can't carry a hand bag, I carry a case. I sit in my car and open my case, check. Check my inventory, dildo's,  johnny's, cock rings, taser, ect. The house looks posh, I leave my blade. The garden is well kept, its a nice area. I park just round the corner and walk round. I knock on the door, and wait. Is this the right house? Control your thoughts. Paranoia, attacks every time. Control. I see some one through the glass, I see a large house plant. The door opens, he's young. 
                I say the name I was given, and get excepted in. The table in the hall has lots of letters on, some are to Mrs and some for Mr, but two of the Mr's have different initials. I noitice this while passing, I don't stop to stare. Its not my buisness. I know now that this is not his house, he tells me his parents are away. I guessed this by the dishes in the kitchen, this is out of place for such a well kept garden. 
                 He was good looking I might have done him for free. I smell he dog, but I don't see it. The pictures on the wall are his mum and dad. I reconise his dad, from a hotel a couple of weeks ago. Like father like son! I don't know his mum! It would be funny if I did.
                 He got me a beer, I settle in. I can see its his first time I don't rush him. He could be a future customer! He tells me how he just wants to know what its like. A common thing, I've heard this a million times. He tells me that he thinks about sucking cock all the time. 
                  I tell him to suck my cock. I get my pants off and show my cock, he moves towards me. He opens his mouth and lets my cock in. He's just brushed his teeth, his mouth feels cool. I love this feeling.
                 He starts to suck me quite fast, I slow him down. I have hold of his head and slowly push my dick as far in as it will go. This makes him gag, I can't help but give a chuckle. I take it out and slap him with it, he likes this. He must like to be the wimp. He looks realy young, I wondered how old he is.
               I sit down and let him take control. He starts to suck like a pro, I wonder if this is his first time. I help to push his head down with one hand. My other is free so I open my case, taking out lube and johnny's. I pull his t-shirt off, I don't like that football team anyway. My shirt was un-buttoned and he was fasinated by my chest. I pulled his pants down then pushed him over. I took his pants off, and lowered onto him. He needed to be treated with care so, I kissed him. Our tongues wrestled but I let him know who was in control.
              I lifted him to his knee's and applyed lube. I checked his temperature with my finger, whilst milking him. My cock touched his hole, I slowly pushed it in. He moaned, he was tight. This was the first time. I slowly got in deeper and deeper. My hips could not push deeper, this was the deepes I could go. Moving out slowly, getting him used to my size.
               He relaxed as much as I needed. I knew he could take more now. I rammed my cock in hard and fast, he did not scream, so I tried harder. He began to wank his cock as I thrusted in and out. I got to that point when you know any faster you will cum. I didn't want to cum, I helped him to wank. He moaned hard and sprayed into my hand. I carried on fucking him, I put my cum covered hand across his mouth. I didn't want it on my hand, and didn't want him to say stop. I wiped his spunk over his face and fucked him harder. I had decided to cum, I pushed him to his back. As I with drew I couldn't help squirt my salty sauce over him, I was aiming for his face. I got it everywhere. 
                I cleaned up, counted my money, closed up my case and left him on the floor. I walked out of the house as if nothing had happened. Paranoia was attacking again, but I ignored it. I walked to my car, put my case in the back, and got in. I sat for a minute, I didn't meen to cum.
                I could have given him a discount, as I have basicaly done a family contract. Buisness is buisness. I need to go home now and have a shower. Shit I have a date too. I pulled away and drove home.
                
                 :) Another virgin, de-virgined! :)
                                        Ya Dokta.  ]]> 113206 2008-06-23 08:10:50                I can't do it. I just carried on meditating on things instead. I like to meditate, my brain creates paths for me to go down. I try to relax more, I can see things that don't seem to come from me. I see a gate then a house. I go into the house, there is a table. On the table there is lots of food, and I see a roast pig. It looks golden, I grab a fork. I reach out to take some of the pig. Suddenly I am aware that my eyes are open.
               Fuck me, I'm hungry. I went into my kitchen and made something to eat. Two eggs on toast, umm. It was nice.

               After eating, I couldn't stop thinking about mastubation. So, I went and had a wank. I felt so much better, you should try this. I felt hungry again after pulling the head off it. I had some cerial this time. Then a cup of tea, and some exercise. A pretty nice morning all in all. But no out of body shit. Oh well. ]]> 111946 2008-06-23 06:01:25                        So, I'm gona tell you a story. Remember, I write things that may upset you. I don't give a flying fuck, about what I write upsetting you. If you think you mabe upset, don't fucking read it.
                        So, just to get things started. Freedom of speach is freedom to say anything or it is not freedom of speach. I have a copy of the Koran in my toilet, its on top of the Bible which in turn is on top of other religious toilet paper. As of yet I have not ran out of toilet paper, but when I do I will start with the Koran. I will wipe my arse with Mohamed and get shit on his mountain. When that is done I will move on to wiping my arse with genesis. 
                        I don't give a fuck what I say about anything of a sexual nature, nothing is out of bounds for me. I've been selling my ass for quite some time now, do you realy think I would give a fuck? Especialy about what you think?
                      Well, I do sort of. Anyway, don't fucking read if you are a weak minded faggot, with a silly little life. Who's only hightlight is sex when your husband/wife has a day off and no fucking head ache. 
                     Your biggest pleasure is film night wednesday or getting new shitty curtains at Ikea. You work like a prick for two weeks holiday a year and just want to be married and have 2.4 children. 
                     Your idea of being abit crazy is buying a bottle of wine for your saturday night in frount of the tv. You think your brand new and trendy because the tv told you what clothes to buy this summer. 
                     Is that you? Then don't read your a fucked up sheep, not even an animal. You are not real, you are a fake excuse for a human. Your soul has been taken from you, go get it back then come and read. 
                     So, don't fucking read I realy fucking hate you in the same way you love curtains.

    Now, here's the fucking story, read if you will but don't blame me if you don't like it. I didn't write it for you, why would I? If you think I wrote it for you to piss you off, you are so fucking wrong. Stop smoking pot you are parranoid. Garr, dick head. Oops sorry I am writting it for you, god I'm soo sorry. Please just forget I just wrote that and read my story. Its not a sexual story if you want to leave now, sorry. More sex soon though.
    This is the story of a friend of mine, he's not here no more. I think he is an Etheopian toddler now or the Devil's dish washer. He'll get to the top one day I think, he was a good guy. You will not get names from this story.
   


             Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of cider. 1989AD

           We lived in the same road, we played kerbie in the street. We hit tree's with sticks and ran away from farmers. We made friends with the other kids down the road. We caught frogs and tadpolls. We dreamed of becoming rich and travelling the world.
            My dad was on the doel his dad was somewhere, fuck knows where. Our mums where best friends, they passed each other ciggy's when they had ran out, we stayed at each others houses.
            We started a small group, we all played footie on the school. We learnt our way around town. We made more friends. We had two full footie teams. We had to steal the ball from a rich kid, the rich kid became our friend too. We gave him his ball back, and he brought it every weekend.
            One kid got beaten up at school, my friend got everyone together. Lads just followed him no matter what. We went to his house and waited for him to come out. We waited round the corner, he came out with a friend. The lad who got beaten shouted them, they ran after him and met our small but impressive army.
            We gave them a nasty kicking but not too bad, just a childish beating. As time went on we had lots of fights and got a name. My friend was known everywhere in town. All the kids knew him as a hard fucker, kids were scared of him.
            We wanted lots of things and knew how to get them. One lad had been stealing from shops for ages, we had to get in on this action.
            My friend stole loads of sweets and so did I. He said it was ok, and I like many others would follow him anywhere. His mum found out he had stolen from the local sweet shop and gave him a slap. She said that you shouldn't steal from this shop. If we steal we will get taken away.

            1995AD
     
              The old lady in the next street gave us money for robbed ciggy's as did many lads in our school. One day a cataloge van pulled up at her house. The man was delivering to next door. We were out side watching, the man left his back doors open. There was an Alladins cave of gear in the back. My friend ran over and took the biggest box, he ran as fast as he could down the road. 
               It turned out tobe a video player, a good one too. About £100's worth. We sold it for £30! We didn't know any better. "Next time we will get more" he said. This is realy where the story begins.
               We waited and eventualy it came again, we swarmed the van like a pack of Hyheina's. Everything on the van got taken. Nearly £2000's worth. The old woman seen us, she was a smart old bird. She said to us hat she would start odering from a catalogue and we would ambush it. We hid in gardens and waited for the next haul. We earnt alot of money, this guy led us. He got us organised and buisness like.
                The old lady was getting quite well off. We sold to drug dealers and made lots of connections. Brothers who deal, sisters boyfriends, friends of friends. We had money and we could buy all the smoke we wanted. Smoke was the thing to sell at this time so we started to sell. Then we started to sell coke, at this time I would not touch it. 
                  We stole cars and ragged them about for a laught. We had heard that you could drive one straight into a shop and grab all the gear.
                 He gave most of his money to his mum, I spent mine like the others. We fought bigger guy's and sold to them. I got twated by my mum. She sent me to work for my uncle, I slowly drifted out of the group. He asked me to help in afew rammin's. So, I did we raided alot of shops, but I was not selling like he was. We made alot of cash.  I was his best friend. Not anymore. 
              
                 2000AD

                He gave his cash away to family and others down our street. He was doing all kinds of things now, he was becoming the top dog down our way. He did lots of armed robbery's up and down the country. He paid for a computer club for kids in our area. Then he got sent down for 3 years, everything changed for him. He met lots of guys, he started to get in with the smack dealers. He saw the money in this.
     
               2003AD

               A guy was found on a beach with 36 stab wounds, they even poked his eyes out. My friend was a good guy. He tried to give all his money away if he could. 
               He knew he was untouchable, no one could get him. He sold lots of smack and got it going again. Anyone that pissed him off he got done in. Lots of gangsters in the city started to know him, they wanted to know him better. To see what he was doing, by now he had his own gang. His gang was big too. But he was asked to give a cut and join with the city guys. Well, my friend had the biggest bollocks in the fucking world. He told them to go fuck themselfs, this turned out to be realy stupid.
              
             They even poked his eyes out, his mum could not ID him. The lads broke down, some joined with the city guys. Some moved to different places, settled down got kids. 
             He realy helped the people when he could. He was a good guy, but heroine is a muggs game. People who deal this have no honour. We were as close as a gang could have been we were tight. He was the glue, the lads that joined, were scared thats why they joined. They killed our friend and they sold him out, what are friends, anyway?
               This guy was the best fucking friend I ever had we told each other everything. He tought me to give and not just take everything. 
              His mum got so upset she hung her self from her attic. It was her daughter who found her and cut her down. But she was long dead at this point. Why did she do it, when she had a daughter? Who knows. She was very upset, more than you could know.
              Even the police came to his funeral, they knew he was good for our community. He was a good guy, Robin Hood.

              Its a wonerful world, its a wonderful life. 
 

                         Ya Dokta

                         ]]> 111232 2008-06-18 18:41:52 I will warn you now not to read this. If you have read myshit before be warned I do not tell a pretty story. I am only telling because if I don't I could become worse than I am already. No thats not right, I am what I am. No-one created me, You can think me a bad person. But I bet I have done more good in my life than any of you that think me a bad person. 
               I realy hate preists, why? Do you realy wana know? Well you don't have clearence for that. It is top secret info. I know you may have an idea, but I created me. Not the situations or things I have seen. I created me, I am the product of my own choices. I do not blame others for the things I have done or that have happened to me. I do not cry about anything in my life, I do not dwell in the past. 
               I try to be good to everyone I meet. I follow a code of conduct that most of you do not understand. I have tried to let you into my mind, you are welcome.
                                      This is your warning not to read any further.



             I am a happy guy. I have made £650 today in the time most un-skilled people make in two weeks. I have bought a new suit, its very nice. I like to shop. I fucking love money, money is the best thing I think. Yes I did have to suck afew cocks and take it and give it. I do what I must, but mostly I enjoy what I do. I may well be a male nyntho, but I'm happy being me.
              I don't just shag, I talk to. I help people this way. Some men are upset that they believe that they are gay. Some are suicidle because all their life they have been told it is wrong, and Daddy doesn't want to know them. I have saved lives. Some could have been rapists or killers, I have prevented this. 
              Some go back to their wifes, happy and content to stay with her, after a mid-life crisis. Some just want to know themselfs better, to explore their sexuality. 
              This is not the only way I have helped people. I have made girls and guys feel good about themselfs, making them feel pretty/handsom. I have used my money to help under priviledged children too. I have taken in the homeless, I have given jobs to people who need a job. Not in prostitution, in lots of ways. Gardeners, cleaners, general work I need. Putting trust in people you would never trust. Most of my Ex's are better off in life through being with me. I am never rasist, I am never cruel to others without good reason, and if I can help I do. I try to bring everyone up a notch. 
              Lots of people in my world are better for meeting me, some wish they never had and I am happy for the ones who are glad. The others, should not have caused trouble for me. The preist was sorry he met me that night too. I fuckin' hate preists. 
                        BUT most of all I am happy with my life and the choices I have made. I would make them again, only afew things would change. No-one can control me but me. All I want for people is for them to be free, and to better themselves. Not carring what others think, doing what they want to.
              One day everyone will do what they want, and we will find a balance, and be happy with each other.

              Final thought: Sexuality is there to be played with and explored, but sexuality is the way to connect with others. Explored alone it will damage you. Find you animal side and go be an animal. A real human is an animal not what you are right now.
  ]]> 110866 2008-06-18 05:53:00            Satan loves you like nobody else. Jesus wants to steal your girl and wipe his fishy fingers on your face, he wants to make your daddy his gimp whilst he ass fucks your mummy.

                I like this Jesus charater, but I have chosen my side. Taboo's I write about them and you disagree with me, thats ok. There are things that me, you and Satan don't agree with aswell.
                Rape of any kind, is not ok. Surpize sex is ok, but thats not Rape. Ya Dokta knows that no meens no. Ya Dokta and Satan love the inocent and have no buisness changing that. We love flowers and little squirrals and the sound of bird song in the morning. So, even Ya Dokta and Satan have taboo's, and things that we would not do. 
            To say that incest is wrong because children have been born with learning difficulties, is a good point. So, it is ok for gay incest. You can't have kids that way, so its ok to ass fuck your daddy it might bring you closer! Hehe! What is wrong with having a learning disability anyway? They don't see the world as you do but that does not make them wrong. Just that they look at the world differently, like the Pope. Adam and Eve had sons who found wife's? Aren't we all incestous according to the bible?
                God I love life, and you can't take it from me.  No matter how hard you try. I not interested in changing your veiw, just in telling my veiw. I will not live forever, so one day I will go see this God fella. I'm gona kick his ass, and I will win. I think I have chosen the right side. 
               Yes this has been abit of a rant, but when I wrote about things in my life and in my mind. I did know I was going to get lots of critism, not lots of support. 
                 I thought I should share the things I believe to be wrong. Like pedo's, rapists, the pope, jesus, and God. All these things are the real bad in the world. Set your self free, don't be a slave anymore. Satan wants you to set yourself free, I want you to aswell. 
                         Jesus hates you, Ya Dokta loves you. Realy.  ]]> 110448 2008-06-17 10:56:11 If I think your right how do I know I'm right? If I do wrong, knowing that its wrong, and you say that its right, then I will think your wrong, then we will both be wrong together! Is this right?
I don't know right from wrong! I know that some things are wrong in your eyes, so, I believe them to be wrong. I will still do wrong, because I think it right to do wrong. Does this make me wrong?
Is bad realy bad? Jus........

Ok so thats why I'm confused. I have looked at this in some detph and still don't know if I'm right. I've decided to be left not in a political way. Left is not right but its not wrong either, just tell me if I'm right or wrong.
Example: I hit a bloke today, some people said I was wrong to do so. I think I was right.
Your not in possesion of all the facts right? I will tell you this, he was a total idiot. So, is that a good reason?
If enough people tell you that you were wrong does that make you wrong, or does that make you the only person who is right?
Lots of people are catholic, they believe themselfs to be right, the rest of the world may say they are wrong. So, right or wrong is decided by the number of people who agree, right?

Therefore there is no such thing as right or wrong, right? Or am I wrong?
]]> 110444 2008-06-17 10:47:42           Satan is a good fella. You have to take time to get to know him, but he's a good bloke realy when you get to know him. Like any man Satan does like abit of shagging now and again.
              He likes a pint down the local, mabe abit of coke in the toilets. He might be outside looking good, soaking up sun rays, toaking a reeffer. 
              He works too, he does many jobs. He helps people, he asks for no money. The guy has his own income, he's not lazy. 
              God, is lazy. 8 days then he expects everything to go his way? Not Satan, he is with you. He held your hair when you puked in the gutter, he also made the beer but thats not the issue. You had fun. Yes, mabe you can't remember much and you made a tit out of yourself, but would you do it again?
              Satan, gives you all the good experiences in your life and most of the bad. Satan knows that you must have bad experiences to learn, but gives you lots of good to make up for it. 
              Satan has no church, he preaches to no-one. He just works hard to help you, asking for nothing. God is jealous that his people have been treated well by him and might leave. So, they make him the bad guy, but it is God who is the bad one. 
              Satan does not claim to have created you, but he cares and loves you anyway. God has abandoned you. I have a good relationship with Satan. He knows what freedom realy is, he has no rules. Anarchy is his way, and this is the way to be free. Life does not matter, your life does not matter. You can do what you want, he says you can.
        In Gods kingdom, you are not free. Gods kingdom is as the earth is. Run through greed and power.
               Satan, will care for you in a different way. God will not let you in, he will treat you like the golf clubs treat black men. Satan will treat you like an invited v.i.p. guest at a party, he will not judge you or hurt you. He just wants you to know that you are free.
               You do not have to do gods will, you do not have to stay dead. Satan will let you come back, but it is not his choice, it is your choice. Satan does not want you to stop believing in God, just to know that there are hidden realities that God keeps from you. 
               Satan does not want nuns to be nuns, but staying virgins is their choice he says. They do not have to worship anyone. Do you worship your friends? 
              Satan is your friend. Satan knows about science, Satan wants you to learn too. Satan just wants you to be happy in the physical world and in his gaff. Yes, his gaff. He does not need a kingdom. He has pictures of all of you on a table with little doiley's under them, and some flowers. It looks like your nans house, and he loves you. God is a fake and a trickster. Satan will prove it to you one day, Satan will take you to the stars. What must you do for him? Nothing, just live free and learn. ]]> 109671 2008-06-15 18:09:04                  Downloading, what a fucking piss take. I could have gone to HMV and got the fuckin' thing. Its took nearly 24hrs! No fuckin' joke. I have a good pc too. Then it didn't work! Well I'm no pc expert, far from it I've only just learnt that a hammer is no a wireless application.
                 Now, I don't know how much elecy it takes to do, and I don't give a shit. What about radiation? Mabe you don't get it of you pc. I'll take my tin foil hat off I think.
                   I just wanted to watch season 7 of smallville. Yes I'm a fan, if you have a problem I'll come to your house and ass rape you whilst eating your dog with chop sticks, and peri peri sauce what I'll also use as lube. I like smallville. Me an Clark Kent have alot in common. Not the super speed and strenght part.
                  Oh if anyone comments with some spamed up website, I will also come to your house. I am quite conciderably upset now the fucking thing has not worked. I did not do anything wrong my pc did.
                   You would not believe how close I have come to burying it in next doors cat. Then shoving the cat with the pc inside into my neighbours pussy. No she was just standing there at the time of my out burst. 
                    I know I talk about shoving things in people alot, write what you know right? Anyway what the fuck is wrong with that? 
                    Anyway, wanking. I often play with my cock whilst reading blogs, is that wrong? Like I give a shit, but sometimes it feels bad. That makes me do it more, be aware next time you get a comment. I had my dick in my hand when I typed it. 
                    I realy wanted to watch smallville with my cock in hand too! Fuckin' pc. I'm not mad anymore, sometimes I feel good when angry. 
                    So, there you have it Ya Dokta with a tin foil hat and his dick in hand reading your posts thinking about smallville! ]]>