I am shooting a Kel-Tec 32 caliber pistol...I LOVE guns !!

The other day I decided I needed a break from all the business of porn…I mean I have lots of great people I talk to and email every day and have plans to meet LOTS of interesting new people.  But sometimes, amongst all the ”Myspacing”  I’m giving to guys so that they will eventually “tweet” all over my “Facebook” , a girl gets stressed out.  I know what your thinking…”how can you have multiple orgasms on any given day, get nailed by tons of big porn cocks AND have some of the finest women on the planet eat your snatch…and have the audacity to call that ‘WORK’ …and then claim to be stressed by it all?”   Well boys and girls…it’s true, even a cock-crazed, jizz-addicted cum-dumpster like me gets stressed.  And what do I do to relieve said stress…you may ask?  I shoot guns.  That’s right, I shoot firearms in my back-yard target range.  Well, in reality I live so far away from any neighbor that I feel safe to shoot off my second-story master bedroom balcony, aim at the beer cans strewn on the ground, and call this a “target range” …of sorts.  Anyway, I like to shoot, I have been a BIG fan of the Second Amendment LONG before it was cool for chicks to dig guns…lol.

I like shooting guns so much that I will be shooting a video soon of me shooting lots of cool guns, both clothed and NUDE…I can hardly wait…my nipples are already hard!  But I thought that people might be interested to know that I LOVE making guns go ‘BOOM’ every chance I get.  After I pop off a few rounds I start to feel calmer…more in charge.  I know this is hard to understand for an outsider, but somehow I feel relieved as I continue to pump off round after round, until the magazine or revolver or shotgun is spent, then I sit still for a second. My mind is awash in the smell of gunpowder and the tin-tin “clink” of the spent shell-casings hitting the wood of the deck.  My legs get a little wobbly, just like after a good night of pounding by a room full of well-equipped boy-toys.  I realize the power that is in my hands…the unadulterated fury which it possesses.  And then I wonder…what was I stressed-out about again?