Brave the Shave = The Results

For those that follow me here on WP know that I love rock and heavy metal, and that I had a full beard with long hair. You will also know that I decided to raise money for Mcmillan Nurses in memory of my late mother who sadly passed away last year.

Well here you go folks, the new less hairier look:

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When

When your fears turns to tears, and dreams crumble into decaying debris.

When salvation becomes the barrel of a loaded gun and you drink your poison to numb the pain.

When every fibre of you soul is manipulated like a marionette’s strings, pushed and pulled beyond you will.

When a heart doesn’t break, but it cracks and shatters into millions of pieces lifting into the night sky to join the stars.

When the words have been spoken and all feelings gone.

That is when it’s the end.

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Brave the Shave 2019

This me. A hairy tattooed lover of heavy metal.

This time last year my mother passed away after a brief battle with cancer. In her honour, and to raise money for the Mcmillan Nurses who eased her pains during her stay in hospital, I have decided to undertake the Brave the Shave 2019.

The long hair and beard will all go, and be donated to a charity that makes wigs for cancer survivors.

My hair loss will be temporary. The loss of my mother permanent. If you can, and only if you can, spare a little loose change to make a donation, it is all going to such a deserving cause.

https://bravetheshave.macmillan.org.uk/shavers/chris-brown2

Thank you for just reading.

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Birth

“Go forth and forge a new life with this your second chance. We shall return should you need our aid, until such time as you able to reach for the stars yourselves and find your way home.”

The chosen few walked their first steps upon this Earth to spark the Dawn of Man. Meanwhile the ship that brought them, sped across the galaxies to their distant home in the stars. Then they watched.

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Writing Challenge 18+ NSFW

When dreams become Reality

Breasts are predictable. You can almost guess the shape and how they’d look, the only surprise being the size of the areola or how pert the nipple. I don’t think I’ve been left speechless by the wonderment of the female breast, maybe because you don’t have to look to hard to find a pair.

The vagina on the other hand is a magical gift. The formation of the lips, the presentation of whether it’s wearing hair or not, and how that hair is groomed……or not. It is has become the last bastion of sexuality advertising hasn’t used to sell or promote stuff.

So when you’re gifted a look at that sacred area by someone you have feelings for, well for me it turned a year long dream into reality. The small tuft of trimmed hair, and the beautiful lines that formed her vagina, both clearly viable through her sheer light blue knickers.

There were no more assumptions. No more wondering. She had gifted me a view of her breasts some time a go, but her vagina had been a holy grail. Until now.

The next dream to change, is seeing them not as a photo, but in person.

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Wake up 18+ NSFW

I awoke I don’t know why

A flashing light caught my eye

Message sent from my queen

Smile on my face begins to beam

I see her face so pure yet wild

Butterflies return like when a child

A breast I see and nipple bar

Why the hell does she live so far

Further down the image goes

To a place where only a lover knows

A sight I never thought I’d see

Her perfect pussy just for me

I take my penis within my hand

Stroke myself till I can no longer stand

The release myself because of she

My love, my queen, my secrecy.

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Her Smile

I lay awake gazing at her sleeping face

She always looks so beautiful in my eyes

But it’s during these times she looks so at peace

The weight of her troubles have lifted

And the scars from flowing tears have smoothed

I lay awake watching her eyes flicker

Pondering the dreams that play out in her head

Brushing her hair from off her face

A smile unfurls from across her lips

Closing my eyes I wait for slumber happy

I love her smile

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Her voice in the storm

The wind blew with savage fury

Trees bowing to nature’s violent breath

Their leaves sent in a maelstrom whirlwind

And I couldn’t help but watch them dance

A familiar voice calling on gale

“Do not be afraid.”

So through the raging torrential storm

The rain now bouncing to its own relentless tune

I stood with a certainty and reassurance

Only the sound of her voice could give.

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Word / Genre Challenge #3

Word: Flip Flops

Genre: Dark Comedy

They were always within easy reach of my mother’s hand. No matter where she was, even though she wouldn’t be wearing them, they were always reachable.

I’m talking about those battered, once favourite, rubber and plastic foot attire. The ones where the toe separator has popped out, and though you push it back through the hole in the sole, it still pops right back out.

Not that you’d want to touch the sole, as it still has the indented remnants of your mother’s feet permanently ingrained upon them.

For years they tortured your hearing, the *thwack-thwack* as they slapped against the underside of her feet as she walked, then they filled you with fear if you so much as said a wrong word or misbehaved.

For something so light weight an un aerodynamic, they could be hurled with amazing accuracy to bounce off the back of your head when you weren’t looking, and heaven forbid you were close enough to be caught.

No amount of padding could numb the pain of those slabs of rubber being brought down with force upon young spungey naked ass cheeks.

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