Talking heads on stroking heads
Just wanted to make you had something to think about
Lesbian friends make out (pretty simple and direct)
sexy massage
http://fantasti.cc/videos/permalink/xvideos/Melanie-jay-/2906687/
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
TMIT - 5/31 - Wake Up Call
1. What time did you go to bed last night and were you alone?
- I went to bed at 11:30 PM and went to bed, alone, on the couch. OK, that is honestly what happened, but it was because my daughter and cousin were in my bed, my wife was in my son's bed, and he was on the floor. Sleepover's disrupt everything. :-)
2. If you could be given ANY gift what would it be?
- I am simple, I enjoy power tools for woodworking, I wouldn't say no to a boat with accompanying trailer and truck to pull it with, and the libido I had at 18 would be nice to have back.
3. What was the last film that really moved/disturbed/thrilled you and why?
- I was disturbed b y "Let Me In "" and "V for Vendetta " because they were both so bad.
4. What is your favorite way to wake up and what is the first thing you do?
- I like to wake up during a sex dream, hard, horny, and ready to go, with just enough time to wake the wife before the little one begins to stir.
5. You’ve been granted an extra hour in the day, what are you going to do?
a. Sleep more
b. Extend a sexual interlude
c. Shop
d. Finally fit in that workout that you usually can’t make time for
a. Sleep more
b. Extend a sexual interlude
c. Shop
d. Finally fit in that workout that you usually can’t make time for
I should answer "A ", B would be nice but my arm gets tired, C would be best if I was shopping for a friend and the friend was with me, and D, though it doesn't show, that is already taken care of.
BONUS: Are you in love or lust?
It depends on the "who" at the end of the question... I have a few of both.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Memorial Day 2011
Honor Flights
On Memorial Day in the Unites States we take a day from work to honor the men and women who have served in the Armed Forces of our country and who have given their lives to defend our freedom.
On Saturday I was honored to participate in a flag laying ceremony. Over 100 boys and girl scouts from my district gathered to place over 5,000 flags on the headstones of men and women who lived to to protect my country. At first the boys in my group were a bit silly, it started out as just a day at the park, but for each headstone we asked them what year they were born, what war it might have been, and how old they were when they died
When they started doing the math and realized that many of them died at 18, 19, 20, they would ask, as only 8 year-olds can do, "Does that mean they died fighting?" We didn't know the story if the individuals, but we told them that "Yes, there is a good chance they died in the war so that we could be free, go to church, vote, speak our minds, and live according to our choices." They got quiet after that and our little group put out over 150 flags, it was an honor.
Whatever you think of the wars we are in, the choices the leadership makes, or the morality of the battles we have chosen, take time to honor and thank the men and women who serve. Thank them for their willingness to dedicate their time and efforts to help.
I know this picture is blurry, I took it at a stop sign months ago. It says, "Part of my Heart is in Afghanistan." I wanted to get out and give a long hug to the mother who put that on her car with pride and a tear in her eye. Right now, as she wakes up, she's wondering if her baby is safe today. She's wondering if he or she is near the shooting or behind giving aid, perhaps an IED is laying in wait, or a mortar shell from a single fighter, or maybe her husband or father is giving aid to a child in a camp, training a new leader, or helping a farmer protect his water so that they can get a better harvest.
Casualties of War
To the cynics and critics of our military, or even of the United States, I understand that there are problems and challenges with the choices we have made, but today, in my country or your own, find time to thank those men and women who are working to make your country a better place.
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And after all that, you can enjoy some really bad military porn at the links below
http://www.redtube.com/24173
http://www.redtube.com/15918
On Memorial Day in the Unites States we take a day from work to honor the men and women who have served in the Armed Forces of our country and who have given their lives to defend our freedom.
On Saturday I was honored to participate in a flag laying ceremony. Over 100 boys and girl scouts from my district gathered to place over 5,000 flags on the headstones of men and women who lived to to protect my country. At first the boys in my group were a bit silly, it started out as just a day at the park, but for each headstone we asked them what year they were born, what war it might have been, and how old they were when they died
When they started doing the math and realized that many of them died at 18, 19, 20, they would ask, as only 8 year-olds can do, "Does that mean they died fighting?" We didn't know the story if the individuals, but we told them that "Yes, there is a good chance they died in the war so that we could be free, go to church, vote, speak our minds, and live according to our choices." They got quiet after that and our little group put out over 150 flags, it was an honor.
Whatever you think of the wars we are in, the choices the leadership makes, or the morality of the battles we have chosen, take time to honor and thank the men and women who serve. Thank them for their willingness to dedicate their time and efforts to help.
I know this picture is blurry, I took it at a stop sign months ago. It says, "Part of my Heart is in Afghanistan." I wanted to get out and give a long hug to the mother who put that on her car with pride and a tear in her eye. Right now, as she wakes up, she's wondering if her baby is safe today. She's wondering if he or she is near the shooting or behind giving aid, perhaps an IED is laying in wait, or a mortar shell from a single fighter, or maybe her husband or father is giving aid to a child in a camp, training a new leader, or helping a farmer protect his water so that they can get a better harvest.
Casualties of War
To the cynics and critics of our military, or even of the United States, I understand that there are problems and challenges with the choices we have made, but today, in my country or your own, find time to thank those men and women who are working to make your country a better place.
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And after all that, you can enjoy some really bad military porn at the links below
http://www.redtube.com/24173
http://www.redtube.com/15918
Sunday, May 29, 2011
boring....
Maybe I need to be under the influence of my psychotropic "medication" but I woke up feeling very blah today. Maybe I'm just tired, maybe it's all the crack I did yesterday. It so doesn't mix with Meth. I'm not sure.
I saw Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides yesterday with my daughter, her best (?) friend, and her dad. It was an alright movie, exactly what you would expect, a little too predictable for my tastes, but I'm not looking to Disney or Depp for shock and awe or depth. Geoffrey Rush looked awful, his make-up person should be should shot. The mermaids were the right combination of sexy and scary (insert girlfriend joke here). I have a feeling we will be seeing more of the mermaid later. At least I hope so.
Anyway, that was my day, nothing too exciting. Nothing to dramatic. Looking forward to a family dinner this afternoon (not really, I'm being sarcastic) and a day off tomorrow (Yeah - no sarcasm).
One good thing that came out of the movie was a conversation with the other dad. He's going to start writing some financial "how to" books and as agreed, kind of, to let me take a crack at being his "1st draft editor" as I put it. That could be fun.
OK, go out and have a nice weekend, today's sacrilege will be up to you.
I saw Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides yesterday with my daughter, her best (?) friend, and her dad. It was an alright movie, exactly what you would expect, a little too predictable for my tastes, but I'm not looking to Disney or Depp for shock and awe or depth. Geoffrey Rush looked awful, his make-up person should be should shot. The mermaids were the right combination of sexy and scary (insert girlfriend joke here). I have a feeling we will be seeing more of the mermaid later. At least I hope so.
Anyway, that was my day, nothing too exciting. Nothing to dramatic. Looking forward to a family dinner this afternoon (not really, I'm being sarcastic) and a day off tomorrow (Yeah - no sarcasm).
One good thing that came out of the movie was a conversation with the other dad. He's going to start writing some financial "how to" books and as agreed, kind of, to let me take a crack at being his "1st draft editor" as I put it. That could be fun.
OK, go out and have a nice weekend, today's sacrilege will be up to you.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Too much time
I am constantly amazed at how many people have so much time on their hands and that you spend it visiting me. First off, it's an amazing compliment, so I will just say thanks. I know that "hits" shouldn't determine my self worth, and they don't because we all know that self esteem is based on penis size. Which is why, if you ask anyone in my circle, I'm chronically depressed. But thank you for coming to visit and for your wonderful comments. I really do like having you around.
Anyway...
This is a long weekend for the US as it is Memorial Day, a time to reflect on the admirable men and women who dedicate their service to the country and put themselves in harm's way for my freedom. I hope to find time to do a more dedicated post on Monday. Tomorrow is packed with Cub Scouts (don't laugh), a movie (POTC4), and dinner out. Sunday is a family party we are hosting, and Monday will probably be at the park or some such nonsense. All that being said, I hope to NOT be on the computer much, and, where possible, I will have my phone off, at least during the movie.
So for all my wonderful readers I found a video to match the mood. I have to give props to these guys for rocking the look and hanging tight for so long. I LOVED these guys when I was in high school and they were hand-me-downs from my brother who was 6 years older than me.
HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEKEND!!!!
Friday, May 27, 2011
FFF 5/27 - 2nd Moon
Stop looking; it’s not going to change anything
What?
Pay attention girl!
I am
Aaagh, you almost spilled it, be careful
I’m trying! I’m sorry
Cinta, listen and pay attention.
My work must be done by 11:47 and it must be perfect.
My work must be done by 11:47 and it must be perfect.
Why then? Why tonight?
Because that is when 2nd moon rises and
the offering art must be complete
But WHY?
Because the Gods of men have stones in their eyes
and they cannot see.
Then DAMN THE GODS!
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| 60-80 words. "...[[noun]] in her eyes..." The brush stopped and the room was quiet. Cinta, you do not know of things. Hush your mouth and quiet your thoughts, hold the paint and get through the night. I fear no God made by man. Then fear his soldiers or morning will never come. There is no morning for the offering? Look! There is darkness in her eyes already. Is this the price we pay to their god? I do not mind. My family will be fed now. ~~~~~~~~~~~ We must fight! We must obey! And I will die by starlight; what do you paint Artisan? Chronos and Lunata, Gods of Time and Light Impotent gods of frightened men, they are no concern to me You must paint and I must die But paint me with shimmer and heat with finger and tongue Paint me as a woman and I will join my sisters before me With tilted hip and upturned lips they dipped finger and brush, and painted I feel like I have cheated this week. Cheated is the wrong word when there are only two rules and both have been met. Each section is 80 words; 240 in total to capture a society of men and the fate of their women, the nature of their night sky and a look into their fears and superstitions. And in each section lies the symbol of the eyes. This story percolated all seek in my mind, wondering what the girl on the right was staring at, distracted from the beautiful ginger nude laying before her, distanced from the artist who works her craft. An early draft had them back stage at the Sports Illustrated swimsuit shoot where beautiful women are transformed in to the best dressed naked women on paper. Distracted by the Mavericks/Thunder game, she spills the paint and must clean it off the bare skin of the canvas. Sexy, but not interesting to me. I also wanted to avoid emotions in her eyes, pain, fear, loving, longing, tears, are all common tenants in the symbol of the eye and that bored me as well. Then I looked at their clothes, their posture and adornments, at the wall behind them and was taken to another place and time, a place where fear and superstition rule, a place where a sacrifice can appease a god, feed a family, and cement a name in history. But rebellion is afoot; the sacrificial lambs recognize the altar for what it is. The other cheat is that this is not very erotic except for the last subtle request by the Offering. It was very sexy in my mind’s eye as the offering claims her last pleasures at the hands of those who prepare her for her death, but cheating is allowed in this game I enjoyed writing it; I hope you enjoyed reading it. Go visit Panser to see who else is playing, and while you are at it, write one of your, we are dying to have you join us. |
Thursday, May 26, 2011
taken with feeling...
This morning I rolled out of bed and turned off my alarm before it even had a chance to wake the day. Sitting up and stretching, and yes, scratching my belly a little, I saw my e-mail indicator light flashing and I smiled. I don't get many work e-mails overnight since in my current position there are no emergencies that require late night panic and fewer reasons to rush in to the day. I knew that it would be an e-mail from my blogging life.
And it was.
I received a couple of follow-up notes from lovely commenters on my blog and others, I got an ever-present reminder that "People are waiting to talk to me" on Facebook. I know that not to be true, but it's nice of the Facebook folks to lie to me a little to make me feel loved. I also got a more than generous offer to enlarge my stomach and shrink my penis, or something of the sort, but I declined to read it so I may never know the joys of a penis that is flatter and tighter than ever before, but I'm sure I don't want it to "shrink just in time for beach season."
Working my way down the e-mail list I stripped off my pajamas and absentmindedly stroked my morning wood as I got down to the last e-mail on the list. And there it was.
Pictures of you, taken for another, sure, but shared with me as a morning gift and a fitting conclusion to a conversation we had yesterday.
Yesterday you checked out my Tumblr page and sighed and said that you body would never look like and I said I didn't care. You didn't believe me. But the truth is, the pictures you sent, sexy yet demure and tastefully revealing were much more erotic and will always be more arousing because they were of you, and you are my friend.
You don't have a "perfect" body according to the media, but you are a perfect friend. You aren't a Size 0, but your laugh lights up a room and makes me smile. The women in my circle of friends (it's a small circle) are amazing, sexy, funny, daring, brave and strong, and none of those qualities really have anything to do with what they look like. I can look at Tumblr pics all day and never pop a woody, but an e-mail, a voice mail, even the start of a chat with the right person sends my heart racing and my mind reeling and my lips smiling.
Sex appeal and sensuality and and fun and playfulness are tied to the person I see inside, not to the mostly artificial standards of "sexy" that surround us.
The pictures you sent are dear and special and sexy to me because they were, as you said, "taken with feeling"
xoxo
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I'm not taking credit for the NY Times, yet, but here's an aticle on being "Bikini ready" and other such silliness. I love the final quote:
“Not all women let the camera-phone-wielding bikini police (or their own self-criticism) stop them from enjoying a two-piece. Ms. Mills calls this type a “good-attitude girl. She is a phenomenon and totally inspiring,” she said. “She is of any age, any body, she has a totally great attitude, because she has had a come-to-Jesus moment with her body.”
And it was.
I received a couple of follow-up notes from lovely commenters on my blog and others, I got an ever-present reminder that "People are waiting to talk to me" on Facebook. I know that not to be true, but it's nice of the Facebook folks to lie to me a little to make me feel loved. I also got a more than generous offer to enlarge my stomach and shrink my penis, or something of the sort, but I declined to read it so I may never know the joys of a penis that is flatter and tighter than ever before, but I'm sure I don't want it to "shrink just in time for beach season."
Working my way down the e-mail list I stripped off my pajamas and absentmindedly stroked my morning wood as I got down to the last e-mail on the list. And there it was.
Pictures of you, taken for another, sure, but shared with me as a morning gift and a fitting conclusion to a conversation we had yesterday.
Yesterday you checked out my Tumblr page and sighed and said that you body would never look like and I said I didn't care. You didn't believe me. But the truth is, the pictures you sent, sexy yet demure and tastefully revealing were much more erotic and will always be more arousing because they were of you, and you are my friend.
You don't have a "perfect" body according to the media, but you are a perfect friend. You aren't a Size 0, but your laugh lights up a room and makes me smile. The women in my circle of friends (it's a small circle) are amazing, sexy, funny, daring, brave and strong, and none of those qualities really have anything to do with what they look like. I can look at Tumblr pics all day and never pop a woody, but an e-mail, a voice mail, even the start of a chat with the right person sends my heart racing and my mind reeling and my lips smiling.
Sex appeal and sensuality and and fun and playfulness are tied to the person I see inside, not to the mostly artificial standards of "sexy" that surround us.
The pictures you sent are dear and special and sexy to me because they were, as you said, "taken with feeling"
xoxo
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I'm not taking credit for the NY Times, yet, but here's an aticle on being "Bikini ready" and other such silliness. I love the final quote:
“Not all women let the camera-phone-wielding bikini police (or their own self-criticism) stop them from enjoying a two-piece. Ms. Mills calls this type a “good-attitude girl. She is a phenomenon and totally inspiring,” she said. “She is of any age, any body, she has a totally great attitude, because she has had a come-to-Jesus moment with her body.”
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
StoryCorps and other cool stuff
On Monday I talked about the power of hearing someone's voice. It has great power to arouse and inflame and provoke, but our voices also care love and comfort and compassion. Also, most stories are best told by the ones who lived the, which I why I enjoy StoryCorps, a feature on PBS Radio that has regular people telling their own stories. Now they have their own channel on Vimeo and it's a hoot.
If this doesn’t make you cry, I don’t know what will
And these are just some cool things I found as I wandered around the streets of the Internet.
really cool street art
A different take on inflatable…
The Hourglass – I could watch videos like this for hours.
funniest typo ever
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
TMI Tuesday - Kissing a stranger
The TMI Tuesday questions below are to be answered and posted on your own blogs, on Tuesday May 24, 2011. Leave a link to your answers in the comment/reply section of this post. That’s how you play TMI Tuesday.
1. Under what circumstances would you kiss a stranger?
The idea is very appealing, to have the courage and attraction and permission all given in a look or a nod, or sharing that perfect moment when caution is ignored and bodies meet. Since I don't drink, I would have to be in a particularly good mood to handle the potential rejection. I've kissed a few semi-strangers at the end of a long night of dancing... does that count?
2. Who was the last person you sent a sexy or romantic text message to? What did the text say?A friend - I had hoped to call her on my way to pick up D1 from school, but life intervened and another parent brought D1 home. I had to apologize for not making the call, but I told her she should finish without me. LOL
3. What was the last sexy or romantic text message that you received and what did it say?She said that she would.
4. What was the longest romantic relationship you’ve had (months, years)? And what was the shortest romantic relationship?I've been married for almost 18 years, thought not all 18 have been very romantic. I've had a crush on a friend since high school, and though we dated in college then went our separate ways, if she walked in today and said "Come with me" it would be hard to say no. But that only happens in movies so I'm pretty safe since I don't see any film crews around. The shortest? We met at a church social, I got her name, we went out twice, she started talking about getting married, i showed up at her house for date #3 and her old boyfriend was there. She told me I had to fight him to keep her. I shook my head and left. Total time, 7 days.
5. If there was a cunnilingus contest, would you enter? Would you “eat” or be eaten?
If eating, would you bring along your choice of pussy to lick or use one of the clean delectable pussies provided?
Would I enter? Of course, if you doubted that for a second you haven't been paying attention. Since I don't have a cunni to lingus, I'd get to do the eating. I'd like to bring along a couple of my favorites to work with since it is a contest after all, you need good teamwork, audio feedback, creative positioning, and no one wants to pull a muscle. That being said, however, I'd be more than willing to to enter the improv competition with an unfamiliar friend just to have fun with someone new.
6. If we asked your partner/lover to describe you sexually in one word, what do you think that word would be?
The honest answer would probably be "bothersome" though she puts up with me on occasion. With my on-line friends I might guess "surprising" or "amusing" or "bold" or "expansive", that those are just my optimistic predictions. They might come up with annoying, persistant, repetitive, or boring. I don't konw, you'll have to ask them.
1. Under what circumstances would you kiss a stranger?
The idea is very appealing, to have the courage and attraction and permission all given in a look or a nod, or sharing that perfect moment when caution is ignored and bodies meet. Since I don't drink, I would have to be in a particularly good mood to handle the potential rejection. I've kissed a few semi-strangers at the end of a long night of dancing... does that count?
2. Who was the last person you sent a sexy or romantic text message to? What did the text say?A friend - I had hoped to call her on my way to pick up D1 from school, but life intervened and another parent brought D1 home. I had to apologize for not making the call, but I told her she should finish without me. LOL
3. What was the last sexy or romantic text message that you received and what did it say?She said that she would.
4. What was the longest romantic relationship you’ve had (months, years)? And what was the shortest romantic relationship?I've been married for almost 18 years, thought not all 18 have been very romantic. I've had a crush on a friend since high school, and though we dated in college then went our separate ways, if she walked in today and said "Come with me" it would be hard to say no. But that only happens in movies so I'm pretty safe since I don't see any film crews around. The shortest? We met at a church social, I got her name, we went out twice, she started talking about getting married, i showed up at her house for date #3 and her old boyfriend was there. She told me I had to fight him to keep her. I shook my head and left. Total time, 7 days.
5. If there was a cunnilingus contest, would you enter? Would you “eat” or be eaten?
If eating, would you bring along your choice of pussy to lick or use one of the clean delectable pussies provided?
Would I enter? Of course, if you doubted that for a second you haven't been paying attention. Since I don't have a cunni to lingus, I'd get to do the eating. I'd like to bring along a couple of my favorites to work with since it is a contest after all, you need good teamwork, audio feedback, creative positioning, and no one wants to pull a muscle. That being said, however, I'd be more than willing to to enter the improv competition with an unfamiliar friend just to have fun with someone new.
6. If we asked your partner/lover to describe you sexually in one word, what do you think that word would be?
The honest answer would probably be "bothersome" though she puts up with me on occasion. With my on-line friends I might guess "surprising" or "amusing" or "bold" or "expansive", that those are just my optimistic predictions. They might come up with annoying, persistant, repetitive, or boring. I don't konw, you'll have to ask them.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Ruminations on a voice
I hear her voice and my heart shivers.
I hear her voice and my body stirs
I hear her voice and tears come unbidden and pain flows freely.
I hear her voice and the world is at peace.
I hear his voice and I am comforted
I hear his voice and worry
I hear his voice and I know I’m being lied to
I hear his voice and I remember and miss her too.
Each voice carries a million memories, the prospect of love, or the pain of regret. They whisper of quiet nights, the hunger and passion of deep longing, the power of a Master or the compliance of a sub. It may bring the assurance of a father, the advice of a mother, the pain of a brother, or the excitement of a sister announcing that new life is coming in to the world.
Good news, they say, comes by e-mail, bad new, by phone. The e-mail says “We met our goals and bonuses will be paid.” The phone rings and you hear, “We need to have a talk with HR.” We read e-mails about babies being born, parties being planned, friends coming to town, but sadness needs a connection, “We finally lost mom.” “Andrew filed for divorce.” “Janice got laid off.”
With my leap into blogging and on-line friendships and deeper connections, I’ve come to love the voices of my friends. I haven’t had the privilege with all of them and that’s OK, but it is a special moment when you click on the microphone button, or share a phone number, or find each other on Skype.
At work I find myself using e-mail less and less. If I need something done, I call. If there is a problem, I call. I’ve moved away from the cold pixels on the screen to a voice because words are just words., but a voice is a person. When I get someone on the phone I can tell, most of the time, when they are lying. This is easier to do with business than personal topics.
“I’m almost done” means I haven’t started.
“It’s out for approval” means I’m about to finish it and I told my boss a little bit about it.
“I’ll send it by day’s end” means I’ll scramble to day and give you something half-assed so I can get you off my back.
The voice on the other line, when called for a different reason, is all about communication on a deeper level.
Hi
Hi
It’s Andy
I know
You sound nervous
I am …..
Or perhaps…
Hey Sweat Pea
Hello Popeye
I liked your last post.
You did (giggle)? - And oh how I love that giggle
Yes, I did, tell me what he did to you.
Or maybe
How are things at home?
Crappy
Why?
Because my husband’s an ass
Do you want to talk about it?
No.
Then why did you call?
Because I have to talk about it, and you are the only one I have.
Or better
Are you ready?
Yes Master.
Our voices lie all the time, but they bring truth to the lie as they reveal small things about us. Tears fill our words, passion betrays denials, needs come through small phrases. We admit things in what we avoid, we confess by our word choices, we reveal our thoughts in what is not said, and love is shared by small hints, special words, nicknames, and catch phrases or by a voice mail left at just the right moment.
I love the voices of my friends. The lilt of an accent, the erudition of education, the laugh that lightens my day, the breathless moment that is post-verbal and is all release. They stick in my head for a long time, I miss them deeply as memories fade, and I am envious of those who get to hear them arm-in-arm.
I love the voices we use throughout the day. A few weeks ago, in the middle of play time and after using the most deliciously dirty words, my friend had a knock on her locked bedroom door (we knew our time was short), “What is it honey?” she called out between pants, holding on desperately to the mood, “I know dear, I’ll be out in a minute.” The child asked again, “Mommy will be there in a minute, just be nice to your sister, and she won’t hit back.” We laughed and continued with naughty thoughts and welcomed release and, as we said our good-byes, her mommy voice came back and we laughed again, two voices connecting, two people sharing, and life was a little brighter that day
Use your voice, call a friend, make a connection, renew a friendship, share that special something personal about you, and brighten another’s day. Put down the keyboard, and pick up the phone, someone needs to hear you today.
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Saturday, May 21, 2011
Saturday morning thoughts
Friday was a good day, not too productive at work but I finished a project that will show up on the monthly report, and thought it’s not a big deal, it gave me a reason to be satisfied with the day.
After work I rode the bus home and sketched out the next couple of chapters on a writing project (very vanilla). Chapters which will never who up here because I’m going to give them to a publisher friend and if they get published and make me famous and someone googles the text and connects my real me to my on-line me, then my wife gets ½ of everything in the divorce and if I stay married I can spend at least 55% of it before she notices… Something like that.
I got home and grilled burgers for the family and then dashed off to the Girl Scouts Pinewood Derby with D2 She didn't make the overall finals but she won two of her races and finished second twice. As the builder of the car, I was pleasantly surprised.
We got the kids in bed, watched an episode of “House” and crawled in to bed and fell asleep exhausted. We had sex on Thursday night and I wasn’t expecting any more, though the thought crossed my mind earlier in the day.
Saturday morning I woke up early as I always do but was able to roll back over and go to sleep. 30 minutes later I was awake again and hard as a rock. What a nice way to wake up. It was too early to wake up the wife for messing around so I just kicked off my covers and stroked lightly. It was the kind of erection that makes me smile, it was involuntary, it felt hard, my skin was soft and shiny, and as I flexed the muscles of my hips, abs, and ass, it swelled and changed color at the tip.
It felt good lying here in the first glow of the morning light. I let my thoughts drift and images and sounds filled my head getting me into that shift from morning wood to actual arousal. I thought of blue satin tucked discreetly into a purse, the cute new hair cut on a friend, I thought of another friend who’s playtime was interrupted when husband and kids cut dinner short, and about the hint of pictures to come from a photo shoot that may, or may not happen. As I kicked off the covers and opened the fly of my soft cotton pajama bottoms, my hand found itself wrapped tightly around.
My thoughts continued to drift to sounds I had been lucky enough to hear this week. The softly accented voice of a friend through the phone, the tears of another as she struggles at home, the voice that betrays so much passion that I can scarcely get it out of my mind after the connection is lost.
I am lucky to have so many wonderful people in my head, friends who share their lives, voices, and images with me. As my thoughts turned more erotic, the pitter-patter of 5 year old feet came down the hall and slipped in to bed with us. He snuggled between and for 20 minutes tried to get comfortable in 37 different positions until my wife gave up and walked him into the living room with his books, toys, and the DSi (a game console).
She came back in to the room and gave met that look, ½ smile and ½ exasperation. The smile won out and she locked the door behind her. “I thought he’d never leave.”
Friday, May 20, 2011
FFF - May 21 - The Gamblers
Her boyfriend made no efforts to hide his desperation as he led her in to the gaming parlor. He was edgy, almost out of control as he dressed before the game. She thought about running but knew that even though he was the weakest son, his Father controlled the streets and would reel her back in within hours if she tried.
The smoke-filled room was dark, with awful ancestral art on the walls. She hated her ancestors for making her poor and desperate enough to need this monster, and she hated him more with every game he lost, with every piece she had to remove. All the while he just watched her humiliation, impotent to change a thing as his opponent sat and smoked.
It was Smoker’s final roll. The right combination would allow her to be claimed and taken. She calmed her thinking and looked at the hand that held the cigarette. It was smaller than expected, softer, smoother, and manicured? Her mind raced as she noticed more curves, subtle, hidden, bound, under his vest. Suddenly the thought of being claimed lost its sting as Smoker’s hand released, smiling at her as the dice hung heavy in the air. (200)
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The dice seemed to swim before his eyes and the pips on the points rolled an flipped and laughed at him. The smell of opium hung heavy in the air and it was permeating his pores and his perceptions. He had to keep his wits about him. The inscriptions on the wall had started talking to him and he needed their advice as the tension mounted and the wire beneath his vest channeled sweat down to the microphone on his hip. The girl was no help, she was supposed to be his contact, a friendly face, but now she was sitting naked except for the panties that he had bought her. What the fuck? This is no time to be teasing me! We have one chance to get reps from two of the biggest gambling rings in the city.
He tried to calm down but his glasses fogged and he wondered what possessed him to wear a pastel shirt into this hell-hole, the sweat stains must be huge, he thought, but then she moved to cover her breast and he saw her thumb catch on her nipple. FUCK! Are you playing with yourself now? As her knee started to fall open she arched her back and he knew he had to get out. Who’s side was she on anyway?
He tried to calm down but his glasses fogged and he wondered what possessed him to wear a pastel shirt into this hell-hole, the sweat stains must be huge, he thought, but then she moved to cover her breast and he saw her thumb catch on her nipple. FUCK! Are you playing with yourself now? As her knee started to fall open she arched her back and he knew he had to get out. Who’s side was she on anyway?
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Written in a flash, these two ideas aren't as fully developed as I'd like them to be, but I liked taking them from 2 perspectives. Hers is the obvious one, she's on the table as the prize but what if she suddenly realized that being won by another may not be such a bad idea. But how did she get there n the first place?
As for him, he's just a undercover cop who's in over his head and is possibly being sucked by a once loyal ally. Is she a victim at all, or just another player on the bad guy's team? Is she there to help or distract? I see him being played by Jason Schwartzman in the movie.
Have a great weekend and make sure you get out to Panser's site to see who else is writing this week.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Time to sign-up
Just to be clear, I don't want any of you to die, but.....
This morning I've been wondering what to write about. The weather is clearing so I can't complain about the rain, the traffic was fine so that's off the list. I could whine about not having sex since since last week but then my fellow-bloggers would call me on that BS and tell me to be grateful for that, and since I'm still getting over what ever knocked me out last weekend, I've not been in the mood to write anything particularly sexy.
But then I opened my daily e-mail from the NY Times and found a topic that is always near and dear to my heart and a bit more serious than most posts. This isn't going to be long, but I wanted to put out a reminder to all of you, anyone who reads this, about the importance about registering as an organ donor.
Unless you have existing health issues that prevent you from safely donating I would ask, beg, plead, coerce, cajole, entice, what ever it takes, to register.
Here are the quick statistics:
After I'm dead I won't need a body I figure. If my pastor is right I'll get a new one, hopefully one that will be just a little taller. If he's wrong, well, then none of us need one.
Please, take a few minutes over the next week to look into registering for yourself. In the mean time, I'm donating platelets this afternoon. But that's just for me, I get free cookies and juice and get to watch a movie. :-)
Here is the video from the NY TIMES that sparked this little post.
Wife meets the recipients of husband's donation
Back to the fun tomorrow with Flash Fiction Friday!!
This morning I've been wondering what to write about. The weather is clearing so I can't complain about the rain, the traffic was fine so that's off the list. I could whine about not having sex since since last week but then my fellow-bloggers would call me on that BS and tell me to be grateful for that, and since I'm still getting over what ever knocked me out last weekend, I've not been in the mood to write anything particularly sexy.
But then I opened my daily e-mail from the NY Times and found a topic that is always near and dear to my heart and a bit more serious than most posts. This isn't going to be long, but I wanted to put out a reminder to all of you, anyone who reads this, about the importance about registering as an organ donor.
Unless you have existing health issues that prevent you from safely donating I would ask, beg, plead, coerce, cajole, entice, what ever it takes, to register.
Here are the quick statistics:
- More than 100,000 men, women and children currently need life-saving organ transplants.
- Every 10 minutes another name is added to the national organ transplant waiting list.
- An average of 18 people die each day from the lack of available organs for transplant.
- In 2009, there were 8,021 deceased organ donors and 6,610 living organ donors resulting in 28,465 organ transplants.
- Last year, more than 42,000 grafts were made available for transplant by eye banks within the United States.
- 90% of Americans say they support donation,
but only 30% know the essential steps to take to be a donor.
- DonateLife.net
- OrganDonor.gov (US Govt. Health and Human Services)
- HowStuffWorks (an interesting article with statistics)
- The list (live statistics on how many people are waiting...
- Religious views on organ donation
After I'm dead I won't need a body I figure. If my pastor is right I'll get a new one, hopefully one that will be just a little taller. If he's wrong, well, then none of us need one.
Please, take a few minutes over the next week to look into registering for yourself. In the mean time, I'm donating platelets this afternoon. But that's just for me, I get free cookies and juice and get to watch a movie. :-)
Here is the video from the NY TIMES that sparked this little post.
Wife meets the recipients of husband's donation
Back to the fun tomorrow with Flash Fiction Friday!!
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
I love PostSecret, but...
I love PostSecret. A dear friend sent me a link to a postcard that reminded her of me and it was thoughtful and touching and also included lesbian porn, which is a nice touch, and so I wrote her back and then started watching videos and thinking way too much. And it's a bad day to be watching something as heartbreaking as these videos, it's gloomy out, cold, a late spring rain storm has dressed everything in gray and as I start into another round of audit meetings I have to fight the urge to whine about my job again. Secrets shared are supposed to be healing but when you see so many in a row it's easy to be overpowered at how much sorrow there is in the world. A few of them are hopeful, but most are just so fucking depressing. 
And that comes in to play with the blogs I read and the people I talk to as well. When I started blogging it was mostly erotica blogs and sites about cheating, or porn. Then it was all the depressives and the miserables, and then to the adventurous fuckers and people who just slept all over the place like I knew I never could, and then I realized that I was fine tuning the blogs, not all of them, but most, down to people who seemed to have real lives and something interesting to say. And then I deleted most of my reader list and started over. I found as I immersed my self too much in one type of blog, one type of writing, one world-view that I started feeling that way more and more. As I was reading and watching the PostSecret site I was hoping that nobody with depression was reading because it could push you over the edge, it was just too much all at once.
So my blog reading has to ebb and flow to keep myself from getting stuck in one mindset for too long. I have always enjoyed churning my list every once in a while. Sometimes I just get too busy to read, some people write so much I can't keep up, other's change their focus, a few have told me to bugger-off and leave them alone (thanks Dad), other just stop and I miss them. This post is starting to sound just like I feel, very diffuse. So I'll stop.
To redeem this lame little post, I'll throw on some links that will be of no interest.
Doomsday Ads - I want to throw a party on this day, but my wife thinks it's silly.
Funny Mentos Rocket Video - Eh, it made me chuckle.
And here are some links I've been holding on to in a draft post that I don't have time to deal with. They caught my eye for some reason, so if you are feeling diffuse and need to kill some time, go ahead and click, but I have to get these out of my draft folder.
http://fantasti.cc/videos/
http://liquidcandy.tumblr.com/
http://liquidcandy.tumblr.com/
http://www.thesexexperiment.
http://www.redtube.com/44836 - The first part of this clip is incredibly cute.
http://www.redtube.com/44836 - The first part of this clip is incredibly cute.
http://www.youjizz.com/videos/
with a belt - http://www.pornhub.com/view_
bunny picture
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-
bunny picture
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-
http://www.sonicerotica.com/ - now this one sounds more interesting... it's the sounds of sex. I should do a whole post about this one, and still might if the mood swings in the next few days, but a friend sent this to me because she knows I love the sound of her voice.
And the pictures are from my last trip to Las Vegas. And if you are there and need someone nice to talk to, go say hi to Sierra for me.
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