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Saturday, July 30, 2011

"High Plains"

For my Saturday "dash of happy", I'm going with Philip Aaberg's "High Plains", because if all has gone according to plan, I should currently be on the High Plains - hiking, camping, relaxing, and enjoying an easy camaraderie with some very old friends. I hope to be hiking in the Black Hills, the Paha Sapa of the Lakota Sioux, and hope to climb to the place where Black Elk had his vision. Also on the agenda are sitting around a campfire in the evenings, marveling at a night sky that has so many more visible stars than in light-polluted suburbia, and sleeping in the open air.

I have some posts queued up for when I'm gone, just so you don't miss me too much. But for now, enjoy the beautiful piano music, and the slideshow of High Plains scenery.

Happy Saturday!

Friday, July 29, 2011

FFF: After Class


A lazy spring afternoon, mere weeks away from high school graduation, and my mind was wandering even more than it usually did. I was doodling behind my propped-open textbook, half listening to the sexy young teacher, but mostly daydreaming.

My drawing was mostly done when I decided to make her a nurse this time. I added the cap and the rolling cart, and voila. I smiled to myself.

Lost in my reverie, I suddenly became aware that the class had gone silent. I twitched helplessly as I realized she was looking over my shoulder. Her look went from the drawing, to my face, back to the drawing. Her reaction was shock...mixed with something else.

She put her hand on my shoulder, the faintest hint of a smile on her face. "Please see me after class."



The challenge this week was: 69-139 words.
The phrase "...twitched helplessly..." must be used.
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Thursday, July 28, 2011

e[lust] #28


Photo courtesy of Delilah

Welcome to e[lust] - Your source for sexual intelligence and inspirations of lust from the smartest & sexiest bloggers! Whether you’re looking for hot steamy smut, thought-provoking opinions or expert information, you’re going to find it here. Want to be included in e[lust] #29 (Which will be in September, taking a short summer break)? Start with the rules and subscribe to the RSS feed and Twitter for updates and submission reminders.

~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

What makes me a woman? - It’s a stumper, this question. There must be something that makes me a woman. Something more than how I am perceived by others as I walk down the street. But what is the answer?

Baggage: An Inventory - Everyone brings bags with them. My goal is to carry my own bags. I’ll let people help me shed them, but I will never let them carry them. Those bags are my own to, well, own.

There's pain and then there's pain (and then there's pain) -Part of what I crave in the second type of pain is the selfish sadism of the partner who continues despite my pleas. He does it because it arouses him, and he does it because I'll endure it for him.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

What Is Gender? - Playing with dolls and preferring the color pink doesn’t make you a girl anymore than chewing on a bone makes you my dog.

~ e[lust] Editress: Dangerous Lilly ~

Sex Toys: Single or Partnered, there is no shame in owning them - There’s no fucking shame in owning your sexuality, in taking control of your own damn orgasm. Can you PREFER human contact and partnered sex to sex toys? Sure. You can prefer whatever the fuck you want. But don’t insinuate to me that owning a lot of sex toys is somehow bad or shameful.

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New Blogger Education Posts

Blog Design 101: Balancing Personal Style vs Readability
A Cautionary Word on Joining Affiliate Programs

Kink & Fetish

BDSM Day, an international recognition
BDSM Advice Series: Bondage Tape
Being a Brat Can Hurt
Caning, energy and romance
Screw roses! I enjoy playing with Thorns...
Working Girl

Erotic Writing

A Trip to the Toy Store
Can I get into your knickers now?
Coffee Break
early afternoon
Elevator Shaft
Fogged-up Windows
Fucking Eli
FWB
I'll see you tonight...
One on One
Open By Night
Rock Out With My Cock Out
Renewed Interest
Twenty/Fifty-Three
that little fucking game changer [part I]
the weekend away - Sunday

Sex News, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Death By Bondage
Hypocrite, PA-Rant!
kink labels....is there a place for me? (or someday my kink will come)
Things I Looove Thursday

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Ask PolyAnna: Multiple partners?? Safer sex??
Are My Nipples Getting The Correct Signals?
Evolution
More Pussy Pride - The Perfect Vagina
My Take On Masculinity
Rambling Harlot: On Internet Dating and Shyness
Sex and Catholic Schools
Sex And Disability: Starting the Dialogues

Monday, July 25, 2011

Random Monday Silliness

Some random silliness for a Monday morning:
  • I know this is silly male ego, but I did something today that I haven't done in a long time. I was curious and got out the tape measure. I was feeling a bit proud. Typical guy, right? But with good reason: 9.5 inches long, just short of 7 inches around at the widest point. The Sensual Goddess laughed and rolled her eyes, but I know she was impressed. It's the biggest cucumber that's come out of my garden so far this year. :-)

  • Quote of the day (week? year?) from Aerosmith's Steven Tyler. "I'm in it for the three M's: music, money, and mmmpussy!" I guess that's the difference between a professional like him and an amateur like me. I've played in plenty of bands, and there's only been two M's. I've never made a cent.

  • Hula hooping followup: I appreciate the comments. Resolving the cliffhanger, my first try was a false start and an immediate failure, but the second try was a perfect success. I kept it up and going fairly effortlessly - certainly no competition for the girl at the festival, but I do have a sense of body awareness and know how to use my hips. Someone (ahem) requested a video of my hooping skillz, so here you are.

Happy Monday!

Saturday, July 23, 2011

"Green Eggs and Ham"

For this Saturday's "dash of happy" song, I'm going with the late lamented indie band, Moxy Fruvous. They were very clever and a lot of fun, and had developed a nice loyal following in the middle- to late-90's, before breaking up. They were also the funnest live band you ever saw, and me and the non-Sensual Goddess (pre-Sensual Goddess?) used to see them every time they came to town.

Their musical version of Dr. Seuss's "Green Eggs and Ham" was on a demo cassette (yes, cassette) that I picked up at a little club, after having been blown away by them as an opening act. This is a bouncy, happy, and very clever song - and never fails to bring a smile to my face.

Happy Saturday!

Friday, July 22, 2011

FFF: Man of...Rock?


The photo shoot was a favor to Perry White. I agreed to pose with the meteor that I had prevented from landing on Metropolis.

Jimmy Olsen wasn't available, and the curvy young photographer they sent in his place could barely keep her panties on during the shoot. I was used to superhero groupies, and Earth girls really are easy (and none easier than that slut Lois), but this one intrigued me.

I was curious what approach she would take - the shy proposition, the brazen statement of burning heat and desire, or the one that made me roll my eyes and wish for Kryptonite - the leering question as to whether I really was a man of steel?

But she surprised me, asking if I would pose for a few more without my red and blue tights. Wrapping an arm around my neck, she whispered that I could undress her first.



The challenge this week was: 112-149 words.
The phrase "...burning heat..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Hula Hooping

This past weekend there was an annual local music festival very near home. Nothing fancy, there were no bands you'd ever heard of, but I love seeing live music (of almost any kind), and sitting on a lawn chair on a pleasant summer day and seeing a variety of bands is my idea of a good time.

It was a hot sunny day, so we set up our chairs in the shade of a tree and took in the scene. There was a big open area in front of the stage, and a ring of trees behind that, where there were food and craft vendors. Most people were sitting around the edge in the shade. The college kids and sun worshippers were in front of the stage, there were kids playing hacky sack, etc. Near where we sat, a hula hoop vendor had a bunch of hoops laying about for people to try out.

Watching the hula hoopers was fascinating. I would watch someone pick one up and make a mental prediction as to how well they'd do. It was usually pretty obvious whether someone would be able to do it or not, but there were some surprises. There were a couple of fit young ladies who looked like they'd be naturals at it, but whose body movement turned out to be jerky and uncoordinated.

Then a blonde woman picked up a hoop, and I was instantly mesmerized. She hardly moved at all...just the subtlest little flick of her hips, and the hoop stayed exactly where she wanted it. She could move, turn, dance...seeming to pay no attention to the hoop. The Sensual Goddess noticed both the woman and my appreciation of her talents.

She laughed at me and shook her head.  "She's pretty good, huh?" I could only agree with the obvious.

A laughing accusation. "I think you're imagining other ways her hips would move."

I laughed out loud. Of course I was.  I'm a man. How could I look at that beautiful sensual movement and not daydream a little....

Postscript (with cliffhanger): we bought a hoop as a gift for a young woman we knew would enjoy it. It's sitting in the garage. This morning I was taking the trash and recycling out to the curb. I looked at the hoop. And wondered. Could I? I was curious. I looked around quickly to make sure no neighbors were looking....

The rest of the scene is left to your imagination. :-)

Friday, July 15, 2011

FFF: Patch of Sunlight


The gallery was deserted on the weekday afternoon, so we took in the erotic photography exhibit at our own leisurely pace. We paused in front of the still life entitled "Like a Kitten in a Patch of Sunlight." I noted that the model looked very much like you, and you agreed.

I gave you an evil grin. "I'd like to see a side-by-side comparison."

Your body went stock still, as your eyes opened wide in surprise. "You can't be serious."

My look left you no doubt that I was completely serious.

I smiled to myself as you reached for the hem of your sundress. Then I thought of one more detail.

"No, kitten, move over there into your own patch of sunlight."



The challenge this week was: 85-135 words.
The phrase "...stock still..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Home Alone

This past weekend, I packed my family off to the beach for part of a week. Sadly, I wasn't able to go with them because of urgent work projects. I have to say that the beach vacation is not my idea of a dream vacation, but there are parts of it I do like - and it's also fun watching the family enjoy it. So I'm feeling a little sorry for myself, but also enjoying the time alone.

As they were preparing to leave, the Sensual Goddess took a cat aside, gave him some special loving, and told him to behave himself. I was sitting across the room watching this, and when she was finished, I assumed that I would be receiving similar instructions. But no, there was nothing.

Puzzled, I asked. "Hey, what about me? Aren't you going to tell me to behave while you're gone?"

She laughed and shook her head. "No, I know you're bad, and there's nothing I can do to change that."

It seems she knows me better than I thought.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Sunday Stealing, 7/10

From Sunday Stealing, via Freya.

1. When showering, do you start the water and then get in, or get in then start the water?
Start the water, then get in when the temperature is right.

2. Have you ever showered with someone of the opposite sex?
Yes, but it's probably been 20 years....

3. Were you ever been forced to shower with one of your siblings?
Not shower, but when my brothers and I were very young, I remember being tossed in the bathtub together. Fortunately there are no pics that I'm aware of.

4. Have you ever dropped your soap on your foot?
Probably, but I really can't remember.

5. How old do people say you look?
I haven't heard anyone give a number. A few different people have told me I look significantly younger since shaving my beard last year. But I don't care, and may grow it back at some point.

6. How old do you act?
Depends on my mood and the situation. I can be a wise old man, a horny teenager, a naive little boy, or some combination of those.

7. What's the last song you sang?
Not sure. Probably the last song I liked on the radio while driving.

8. Have you recently become a member of anything?
The International Association of Perpetual Horndogs. Oops, that's a secret society, and I'm not supposed to mention anything about it. So, no, nothing.

9. What are your plans for next weekend?
None yet. That will surely change.

10. Do you kiss with your eyes open or closed?
Mostly closed. But sometimes I find myself peeking.

11. Whats the sexiest thing about Sarah Palin?
Nothing. She's an attractive woman, but a reprehensible person.

12. Who's the sexiest famous woman alive?
Salma Hayek (as I've mentioned before.)

13. Who's the sexiest famous man alive?
Not sure I can answer this.... I just don't have an eye for male attractiveness. And no, I'm not afraid that finding a man attractive makes me gay. :-)

14. Does your family have a crazy uncle?
No, but we have a crazy aunt.

15. Have you ever smuggled something into another country?
Sure. :-)

16. Do you live in a city with a good sports team?
I live near the city whose baseball team currently has the best record in the major leagues.

17. What is the most unusual?
Most unusual what???

18. How do feel about the Goth people?
To each their own. I care about what a person is and does more than how they choose to look.

19. Can you fix or your significant other your own car?
Is this question supposed to be "Can you or your significant other fix your own car?" If so, the answer is "not really." I can change a tire and do basic maintenance, but if we're talking about getting under the hood and doing engine repairs, then no, not at all.

20. Would you want to kill Casey Anthony yourself if you were guaranteed to get away with it?
Good lord, no.  Everyone's karma is their own.

Friday, July 8, 2011

FFF: Anticipation


The leather creaked as I sat down in the overstuffed chair. You stood there waiting...motionless, head down. I spoke your name, and you lifted your gaze to meet mine. I nodded for you to come to me, and then motioned for you to spin around.

I peeled the thong down over your hips, slowly caressing the soft globes of your ass, then dipping one hand underneath to confirm what I already knew - that your pussy was gushing.

I could feel you quivering with anticipation. What was I going to do? How was I going to use you?

You'll find out. But not yet. I'm going to make you wait just a little longer.



The challenge this week was: 60-160 words.
The phrase "...leather creaked..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

After Hours

It's the end of the work day, and our eyes meet with a twinkle as the last person besides for the two of us wishes us goodnight and leaves. We both really do have work to catch up on - which is why you're surprised to feel my breath on your neck. You didn't hear me come up behind you, and you flinch at the sensation before realizing it's me.

I sweep the hair away from your neck and kiss your throat softly, as my other hand cups your cheek. You give a little moan, and my grip becomes a little firmer, and I hold your head in place, facing away from me, as my kisses become more urgent on your neck. I haven't shaved today, and you can feel the gentle burn of my whiskers on your soft flesh.

You start to say something, but I quietly hiss "shhhh" in your ear. You're squirming, trying to turn and face me, but I'm holding you where you are.

I smile an evil smile to myself as I feel you continue to squirm, and I realize I need a better grip. My fingers wrap in your hair and make a tight fist. You feel my control and your squirming stops. And don't think I didn't hear your little gasping moan as you felt my fingers tighten in your hair. You're staying right where I want you.

I turn your head slowly and firmly, giving me access to the other side of your neck. I start to kiss and suck roughly...from back at the nape, slowly coming around toward the front. I kiss your earlobe...then your jawline...slowly coming around toward the front.

Finally, I can't resist any longer, and I turn your head to me and kiss your lips hard. My lips devour yours, and my tongue pushes roughly and possessively into your mouth, giving you no choice but to open and accept me.

In one motion, I lift you to standing, sit down in your chair, and bring you down on my lap, facing away from me. My hand still wrapped in your hair, I turn your head to me and continue the deep passionate kiss. My other hand wraps around your waist and starts to explore your body.

(To be continued?)

Friday, July 1, 2011

FFF: Fistfuls


The cheap hotel mattress made a rhythmic squeaking as I held your hips tightly and thrust upwards. You looked down at me as you held onto the wall, your eyes half-closed in ecstasy. You may have been on top, but I was pounding you hard and fast.

I suddenly realized something was missing. I looked over at the other bed, and they were gone. I hadn't noticed them leaving. I stopped fucking you, and craned my neck to see behind you. The tall redhead had the short busty blonde pinned against the wall and was kissing her ravenously while roughly kneading fistfuls of soft flesh. I adjusted our position on the bed to get a better view, and you had to have felt my cock surge inside your pussy.

When you said you had told your work friends about me and they wanted to meet us for drinks, my wildest fantasies couldn't have described the way the night had unfolded. Well, okay, maybe my *wildest* fantasies could. But my view at the moment wasn't good enough.

"Hey, you two."

They broke the embrace and looked over at me.

I nodded at the empty bed. "Back on the bed."

Red took blondie by the hand and winked at me. "I think there's room there on your bed."



The challenge this week was: 150-220 words.
The phrase "...fistfuls of [noun]..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!