Knights of Walpurgis

Connoisseur of Fine Women

In Uncategorized on August 17, 2017 at 10:09 pm

I want back to my Alma Mater today. There are new students, freshmen, or, rather, should I say, fresh meat! There are many pretty girls who might need some loving. I remember that one of them has a bob haircut, pale flesh, and aquiline nose. What really strikes me is her pants. The institution requires that we have tight white pants and a bonus for the boys are the visible panty lines in the girls. I tried looking for panty lines but I cannot find any. Possible explanations:

(1) she wears a very long undergarment, which is not uncommon BUT, unlike these types of underwear where the end is visible, I cannot find where her “undergarment” tapers which leads me to one other conclusion…

(2) she just went commando

The second possibility is so exciting for me because no girl has ever dared not wearing underwear at school… well, at least, none that I know of. There is no girl that has even worn a thong at school. To be able to wear (or, NOT WEAR) anything under a tight and practically transparent outfit would only mean that the lady is comfortable in her own skin and she is craving for some sexy time.


In (a) previous incident(s), there is this girl, Micha, who wears tight underwear that the underwear lines are visible. She has a nice ass, by the way. She has a cute face, and, one time, I even saw her panties. She was wearing a miniskirt. The first thing that I saw where her legs. It was neither muscular nor thin but just the right amount of muscle and, the best part, her legs look pink, creamy, and they are shaved. But the best is yet to come. She was postured just right for me to see her visible undies. It was white which made it visible in the underside of the skirt. I tried going back and forth to take a peek but she has closed her legs.

Another incident happened early this year. This pretty girl, wearing her hair in a bun, with black horn-rimmed glasses, and pale Chinese features, also wearing white, has worn red panties. I don’t know if she’s dumb or she just really believes in the power of honesty and men are not really perverts but her panties are very much visible in the thin white fabric of her clothing.

Families are Messy

In Uncategorized on August 12, 2017 at 8:49 pm

I still remember this heat.

Long day. Had to get a TNV (transport network vehicle) because I do not have a car. Went to a lunch meeting. Food was great. I ordered pork flakes with sunny side up eggs with rice. Fuck it was delicious. After that long meeting, were we discussed who are the people that we are worried about… it was enlightening, really.

Other people have more problematic persons in their tutelage. Someone self-medicates with ritalin and, get this, his father is worried about him because he looks depressed as fuck when he is at home, studying. Another one has financial troubles on top of the fact that she is caring for her aunt who is in a catatonic state after the uncle died. Another realization is that they belong in the same group of friends. As our leader said, it was like “the blind leading the blind.” The meeting ended productively.

I walked for a very long time, admiring the tall skyscrapers of varying colors dotting the city skylines, until I became sweaty. I was able to take an air-conditioned ride but then the driver made me go down because his van is overheating. I was able to get another ride then back to another shop of coffee.

I’m at my favorite spot in the second floor of the establishment. Almost at the edge but not quite with just enough space to go out. The floors are brown with a wood motif but, near the edge, it changes to tiles with 3D cube designs of alternating, white, gray, and black shades. The tables are wooden and circular, cream-brown in color with some of the wooden chairs having the same hue. Other chairs are black and appears to be made of polymers.

I haven’t touched my cock in more than 24 hours and I can feel its effects now. A girl, who looks like she likes me, 6/10 in my assessment, has a great body but the face is… OK. She’s wearing a pastel-colored dress which gives ample view of her shaved thighs and legs. At her back, is a black and white tattoo of the map of the world. She’s probably trying to indicate, “hey, I’m a strong an independent woman (haha!) and I don’t need no man but I like to travel a lot” or “I would want to go to these places” or “I would like my man to point out where North Korea is while he’s screwing me from the back.”

Mood: Gummy 😀

Life in an Oven

In Uncategorized on August 11, 2017 at 9:17 pm

I still remember this heat. This sweltering heat. Even though it was excruciatingly hot, mother would boil water in our small condo for her to take a bath. I don’t like hot water. It only becomes tolerable every time Christmas season comes, when the heat is swamped by the cold November air, at night. The afternoons are still dominated by the blistering tropical sun.

Cold water in summer weather is the blessing that we are all waiting for, like a shit that would not let go, until diarrhea takes over, and almost like cumming after holding it in for more than three days.

The cigarette stench still waft from the chambers below. Pungent and sickly, almost sweet but not. The stench is almost overpowering when it mixes with the air conditioner. We will shut the windows close but the heat would not circulate out from the house, amplifying the already sickening weather that we have here.