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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

TMI Tuesday, 8/30/11

TMI Tuesday: "I Love Music" Edition

1. What’s the most annoying song in the world?
Wow, there are so many, I'm not sure I can pick one. Most pop schlock is highly annoying.

2. What’s the saddest song in the world?
The Who, "The Song is Over".

3. What’s the sexiest song in the world?
I'm drawing a blank....  I'm tempted to say "Closer", but that's more nasty than sexy. This song isn't "sexy", it's a schlocky 80's metal song, but it always will be sexy in my mind. I was driving home on a hot summer night just after losing my virginity, and it came on the radio. I was feeling like the king of the world, and I turned it up loud. My buddies always teased me for liking that song, but they never knew the association it had for me. :-)

4. Name a new, to you, band or music artist that you can’t get enough of? Post a link to one of their songs.
I'm not sure there's anyone I can't get enough of, but there are a few new people I'm enjoying: Mumford and Sons, the Tedeschi Trucks Band, Teddy Thompson, Eric Johnson.

5. Have you met any famous musicians?
No. I've never met anyone famous, period. And not sure I want to.

6. What song best describes your life?
Hmmmm.... Maybe the Beatles "In My Life" (as tempted as I am to say "Back Door Man" or "Big Ten Inch Record". :-))

7. How important is your partner’s taste in music to you?
Very. It would be hard to be with someone if I really disliked what they listened to.

8. Do you sing in the shower?
No, only in the car. I can't carry a tune at all.

9. What was the last live music show you attended? Did you buy a t-shirt?
Tedeschi Trucks Band. Great show. No t-shirt.

10. What’s the sweetest song in the world?
Maybe this one? No, I think this one.

11. Can you play a musical instrument? Which one?
Yes, electric bass and guitar (and a few others, but not as well.)

12. Are you in a band or are you a performing solo music artist? If yes, what kind of music do you play?
I play guitar in a band. We play classic rock and blues covers.

13. Have you ever dated a musician?
No.

14. Are you a groupie?
- If yes, for what artist/band?
- If no, do you wish you were and for what music performing artist or band?
No. Can a man be a groupie? :-) I would have followed Led Zeppelin around in the 70's. Well, I would have if I wasn't in grade school/middle school at the time....

Bonus: Describe your worst, best, strangest, funniest or saddest concert moment.
My best, worst, and saddest concert moment all happened on the same night. My first-ever concert - Aerosmith, in the late 70's, when I was 14 years old. They were my first musical love, and I fell hard. When they came around, me and my friends got tickets, and I couldn't have been more excited. When the band hit the stage, I thought I had died and gone to heaven - it was the coolest, most intense thing I had ever experienced. Six songs into the show, someone threw a beer bottle from the balcony, and it hit the stage, exploding, and sending glass shards into Steven Tyler's face. That's it, show over. I was *crushed*....

Bonus, Bonus: If you listen to the radio, what station and type of music are you tuned to the most?
Classic rock or alternative (there's a great college radio station in my city.)

Go to TMI Tuesday to see who else is playing.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

"Happy" (and Hurricanes)

There are many possible choices for a "dash of happy" song today. Here on the East Coast of the U.S., Hurricane Irene is bearing down on us. I'm not near enough to the coast for it to be a danger (*knocks wood*), or in a low-lying area, but heavy rains and winds are expected tonight into tomorrow, with flooding and power outages likely.

So...it could be "Like a Hurricane", "Rock You Like a Hurricane", "Couldn't Stand the Weather", or "Riding the Storm Out".

But no, I'm going in a different direction, and choosing Keith Richards' appropriately-titled "Happy".  It's a great song, and I just finished Keith's autobiography, and can say definitively that the man is a first-class character.  I like biographies in general, and biographies of musicians especially, and it's a very entertaining read.  He remembers more than you might think, and it's an unflinching account of music, rock and roll, drug use, and fame.

Happy Saturday, and good luck and stay safe to anyone in the path of the hurricane!

Friday, August 26, 2011

FFF: Perfect Angle


You were on your third orgasm...or was it your fourth? It didn't matter, I was happy to keep eating your pussy, lapping up your sweetness, while using my fingers to massage your clit and slowly finger-fuck you.

You shuddered and bucked, moaning that the pressure of my tongue was just right, and that my fingers were probing you at the perfect angle.

I saw the camera on the nightstand and told you to get it.

"Take some pics. Let's document exactly how you like your pussy eaten."

"Document? Why?"

"So you can show your husband what to do when I can't be here."



The challenge this week was: 80-110 words.
The phrase "...the perfect angle..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

A Gift from You

As we make love, you may not know it, but you have a gift that you can give me. A gift that I want very badly.

I want to experience the gift of your climax.

Your moans of pleasure are always sweet music to my ears, and I want to hear them become more frantic. I want to feel your body tense underneath me...your arms around me, holding on desperately. I want to see your face...your eyes wide, your mouth open...as you're unable to hold back any longer.

I need to know that I can take you there...that I *am* taking you there...that I can give you that ecstasy.

I want to take you there now, up to the edge and over. I want to feel that deepest and most intimate connection.

I can feel how you react to what I do, and I will do anything I can to give you that pleasure...give you want you want...so that you can give me what I want - the pleasure of the experience of your orgasm. It's the most precious and intimate gift you can give me. And I want it.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

You Got Here How?

Like many bloggers, I pay attention to the stats on my blog. It's just pure-and-simple curiosity - I wonder who's reading what I write, how they find me, and for Google searches, what keywords made Google suggest this blog?

The results are interesting. The most frequent way people get here is directly, which I assume means they have me bookmarked. If those people want to let me know who they are, I'll be sure to send flowers on your birthday. :-) Alternately, drinks are on me if you're ever in Maxville.

The next most frequent way is referrals from other Blogger.com blogs, which I take to mean people who have me on their blogrolls. This also includes Flash Fiction Friday posts, which are great fun (and I encourage anyone considering playing to just jump in and give it a go.) Again, I'm extremely grateful to my blogroll friends, and extend the same offer of flowers/drinks to Maxville visitors.

The third source is e[lust], which I can't say enough good about. I try to post a story to each edition of e[lust], and I always get a big spike in traffic when the new edition comes out. I do note that e[lust] readers are lurkers - for all the traffic I've received, I don't think I've ever gotten a comment or a follower.

The fourth source is Google, and here's where it gets really interesting. Here are common keywords, and the post they presumably find:
  • The most popular keywords are variations on "deep throat", which presumably gets them to my post where I discuss what is and isn't a deep throat, and offer myself as judge in all disputes. No one's yet taken me up on that offer, but of course it still stands.

  • Very surprisingly, the next most popular keywords are combinations of "blue" and "sky", which presumably lands them on my "Saturday happy" post dedicated to the Allman Brothers song of that name. I'm stunned that Google searches on those very common words sends people to me.

  • I get a number of hits from variations on "handjob", owing to my posts on the lowly handjob (here and here.) No hits yet on "Canadian handjob" - that must still be a north-of-the-border secret.  But I have had a hit on "goat handjobs." Seriously - goats?!?

  • This has thankfully slowed down, but after I posted my story "The Young Mom", I got a number of extremely creepy hits that contained variations of "young". Sorry, just no.

  • Some ones that made me smile, with my comments in italics:
    • "spread your legs a little wider" (Great idea!)
    • "im in your shower" (Hopefully not using up all my hot water....)
    • "slave warrior queen" and "warrior slaves muscles tits" (Umm, I don't think you're going to find what you're looking for here, but thanks for stopping by. :-))
    • "your butt cheeks is warm" (Nice thought, although it raises my grammar-Nazi blood pressure a notch.  I'll give them the benefit of the doubt and assume that English isn't their primary language.)

Saturday, August 20, 2011

"Simple Things"

For my Saturday "dash of happy", I'm going with the Tedeschi Trucks Band. This band is a new collaboration between singer Susan Tedeschi and guitarist Derek Trucks (who's played with Eric Clapton and The Allman Brothers, among others.) Their music is by turns soulful, funky, and bluesy - and happy.

I recently had the pleasure to see this band in concert, and I can't recommend them highly enough. The musicianship was impeccable, the music uplifting, and the band really was the happiest group of musicians I may have ever seen. They spent the whole two hours smiling, laughing, dancing, and generally acting like it was a great pleasure to be making music for an appreciative audience - which I have to think it was. That spirit of happiness is infectious.

Here is "Simple Things", from their new disc, Revelator.

Happy Saturday!

Friday, August 19, 2011

FFF: Debauched


The first two sisters sat at the table, debauched and used up, as a curl of smoke drifted upwards from a cigarette. I thought of them as Ms. House-of-Straw and Ms. House-of-Sticks, but I was finished with them, and they no longer concerned me. They heard the lusty shrieks from the next room, and knew I was devouring the third sister, Ms. House-of-Bricks.

No matter what the fairy tales say, sometimes there's no stopping the Big Bad Wolf.



The challenge this week was: 69-99 words.
The phrase "...curl of [noun]..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Friday, August 12, 2011

FFF: Side Effect


They called me mad. Fools. Here in my laboratory, I was testing my latest experiment - the super-sex-god pill. It would make Viagra look like child's play...and it was working! I had been fucking the lab assistant for hours, pounding her with the intensity of ten men.

Driving deep, I felt the orgasm of my life approaching. My climax was so powerful I almost passed out. Recovering my wits, I was shocked to see that my skin had turned purple. As had hers.

Ah well, back to the drawing board.



The challenge this week was: 50-90 words.
The phrase "...driving deep..." must be used.
Go see Panser's Lair to see who else is participating!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Campfire

It was late at night at the secluded campsite. I was sitting with three friends around a roaring campfire and doing our guy thing - drinking beer, telling stories, laughing at old jokes. It was a warm summer night, and I held back a little from the conversation to look up at the full moon through the trees.

I felt you before I saw you, and then I watched you move from the darkness of the woods into the fringe of the campfire's glow. Our eyes met...my buddies as yet unaware of your presence. Our locked gaze told me all I needed to know, and I summoned you to me with a nod of my head. You came to me as if pulled by a string, your look a mix of desire and helplessness.

I stood up and cleared a blanket of its contents with a sweep of my arm. The motion and noise startled my buddies, and the look of shock and disbelief on their faces was priceless. The violent tearing of a few pieces of fabric, and you were naked in front of us, licked by the light of the fire, quivering but unashamed. I guided you to the blanket and laid you down.

I lifted your knees and spread them, exposing you to us completely. The look in my eyes was pure beast - a wolf regarding a sheep. I moved on you and entered you in one animalistic thrust. Your cry was the sound of prey being taken. I pinned you underneath me and took you roughly, without mercy, and without words. Our eyes were locked, and you knew better than to look away.

My buddies were watching me take you, eyes wide with wonder...and desire. You were aware of their presence, and were probably wondering if I would let them have their turns with you when I was finished. I grinned an evil grin to myself at the thought - but that was a decision I would make later.

For now, you're mine alone. Mine to fuck, mine to use, mine to devour. Later, maybe mine to share. By the blazing light of the campfire.

Monday, August 8, 2011

A Friend's Girlfriend (Finale)

(Continued from here)

We went into her hotel room and kissed - but I didn't intend it to lead anywhere else, and it didn't. I was with her in the room for a while, and we kissed some, touched some, and talked some. She still felt like magic, and it still felt like there was an electric current between us.

I wanted her maybe as much as I've ever wanted anyone or anything (especially in those youthful days of sexual starvation), and part of me was screaming that this was the chance of a lifetime. But I simply couldn't. I knew that if I did, I could never look my friend in the eye again, and we'd been good friends for too long to let that happen.

She asked why I felt I couldn't, and seemed puzzled by my answers (which puzzled me - how could she not understand that you don't fuck your friend's girlfriend without it being a very big deal?!?) But she left it completely up to me, and when I said I couldn't go any further, we didn't. I'm pretty sure that if she had been more aggressive or insistent that I would have caved, but thankfully she didn't push it.

We finally kissed one last time, and I was near tears with frustration. She asked me with a smile if I wouldn't change my mind, and I smiled and nodded "no." We hugged, and I walked out into the hotel corridor. I thought I was alone, and shook my head in frustration. She must have been watching after me, as I heard her voice laughing and telling me not to shake my head - which made me laugh and shake my head again. And then I was gone.

Postscript 1: I didn't sleep much that night, and masturbated numerous times (I don't remember how many times, but definitely twice before I could get to sleep, and I'm pretty sure at least once during the night - those were the days.... :-)) The first release was the most intense I'd ever had had - I was *that* charged up.

Postscript 2: She phoned me the next night to talk some more - said she respected me and my decision, and understood, and was sorry. I assured her she couldn't possibly be as sorry as I was. She said she collected gems, and that I was one - which was a very kind thing to say, and something that I wanted to believe. I knew this was our last time discussing these things, and we said goodbye with sadness and finality. But I also had a good feeling, as I knew I had done the right thing - I felt like I had passed a difficult test with flying colors. At that age and emotional state, I would have been *consumed* with guilt, and I could not possibly have concealed it.

Postscript 3: The next time I saw Tom, he thanked me for showing Susan a nice evening. I could see the gratitude in his eyes as he said, "She said you were a perfect gentleman."

Postscript 4: Susan broke up with him a few months later, and he was devastated. I never saw or talked to her again. I admit I spent a lot of time imagining what that evening with her might have been like. Tom is still a good friend.

Friday, August 5, 2011

A Friend's Girlfriend (Part 2)

(Continued from here)

She phoned, and we arranged to meet at a restaurant near where she was staying. I told myself it wasn't a date - but it sure felt like one. We had a nice meal, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. We just seemed to click, and I was definitely feeling that electric spark.

In another section of the resaturant there was a DJ and a dance floor, and she asked if I would dance with her. I was thrilled to, and she said Tom didn't dance, and she really missed it.

She moved like a dream, and our eyes kept locking, and she kept smiling this little secret smile at me. I kept telling myself that this was my friend's girlfriend - but I kept answering myself that having a nice conversation and dancing wasn't betraying my friend.

I forget how she had gotten to the restaurant, but she didn't have a car and needed a ride back to her hotel, so we took the short drive. When we got there, she asked if I wanted to talk some more, and did I ever. It was a pleasant summer evening, so we started walking. Her hotel was in a quiet suburban area, and we found quiet tree-lined residential streets behind the hotel and walked slowly as we talked.

The conversation was amazing - we talked about everything, and I felt like I was opening my soul to this girl - and that she was the first girl who ever wanted me to open to her - the first girl who recognized that I had a depth I hadn't felt comfortable sharing with anyone before.

The tension was becoming unbearable as we walked, and I thought I might die if I didn't touch her. But I also thought I might die if I did. My conflict was not lost on her, and she laughed and asked why I was afraid to touch her? I don't remember what I answered, but next thing I knew, my arm was around her shoulder as we walked, her arm around my waist. It felt so damn good, but I knew I was on a slippery slope - a boundary had been crossed, and I could no longer pretend that nothing was happening. I don't think I've ever felt something that was so right and so wrong at the same time.

We walked some more, and the conversation and the touch of her body both felt like magic. Then we were back at the hotel, still arm in arm. She asked me to come in, and I couldn't possibly have said no.

(Continued here)

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

A Friend's Girlfriend

Here's a true story that I had basically forgotten about until it recently popped back into my head. It happened in the post-college years, which for me and my close group of friends, was marked by the lack of female companionship. We were all in the same boat - geeky and awkward around girls. There were occasional dates, but nothing serious, and no one was getting laid.

That unexpectedly changed for the most unlikely one of us - Tom, the most uptight of us, and the one who seemed to actively not want any girls crashing our all-guy group. At the time, he was living about an hour away from the rest of us, so we heard rumors of the new girlfriend, and that the president of the "he-man woman hater's club" was actually getting laid. The mind boggled. But I was happy for him.

The next time we all got together, he brought Susan, the new girlfriend with him. She was pretty, charming, smart, witty, and down-to-earth. And friendly. Way too friendly for Tom's liking. She had a charisma, and made you feel special when you were talking to her. And she made a point of touching you when she talked to you - not exactly flirting...or maybe it was. But let's just say that it was highly entrancing.

At one point while talking to me (and with the whole gang around), she put her arm around me and snuggled in - and goddamn if that didn't feel good. There felt like an electric crackle between us, and she was giving me a look that she felt something too. Suffice it to say I was *very* conflicted between the desire to get this girl alone somehow, and the knowledge that this was my close friend's girlfriend - and I couldn't do that to him. No, I simply couldn't...could I?

The evening ended without further incident, and I was intrigued, but the more I thought about it, the more I decided that I definitely couldn't betray my friend. I also heard later that he was pissed off at her behavior that night.

A month or so later, I was hanging out with Tom, and Susan came over. We all had dinner and some drinks, and talked long into the evening. She mentioned that she was going to be attending a training class, and was going to be staying near me one night the following week, and did I want to get together for dinner or a drink?

I looked at Tom, who told me to go ahead, that I should show her around and have dinner or whatever. So I gave her my phone number and told her to call if she wanted to get together.

(Continued here)

Monday, August 1, 2011

Blow in her Face?

An actual cigarette ad from back in the day. Presented for your amusement, without comment. :-)