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Saturday, December 31, 2011

"It Was a Very Good Year"

For my "dash of happy" song on this New Year's Eve, I'm going to go with Frank Sinatra's "It Was a Very Good Year." The lyrics don't especially apply to my thoughts today, but it's a great song (who can resist Frankie?), and the title is just too appropriate to pass up. Because it truly has been a very good year - both personally and blog-wise.

I'm planning to celebrate tonight by rocking the house. I must have been a reasonably good boy this year, as Santa managed to fit a new amplifier down the chimney. It's a sweet-sounding big boy (though, disappointingly, it doesn't go to 11), and me and the band will be playing a house party, surrounded by good friends. We'll have to work on a blues version of Auld Lang Syne to play at midnight (no, not really.)

I wish everyone a fun New Year's Eve, and a happy, healthy, and love-filled New Year.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Mistletoe

If I caught your eye across the room at a Christmas party, would you look away shyly, or meet my smile?

If later, after a drink or two, I took your arm lightly and whispered "Come with me" into your ear, would you follow me?

If, after having followed me away from the crowd, you noticed that I stopped under the mistletoe and took you in my arms, I don't have to ask - I know what you'd do. You'd feel me kissing you passionately. You'd know that kissing you is all I'd been thinking about all night, ever since I caught your eye across the room.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

"A Charlie Brown Christmas"

I have a love/hate relationship with Christmas music. What I like, I *really* like. But there's so much atrocious schlock that I just despise. For every "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" or "Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire", there's "Feliz Navidad", "Rocking around the Christmas Tree", etc., etc.

One of my favorite Christmas discs is The Vince Guaraldi Trio's "A Charlie Brown Christmas". It's the soundtrack to the Peanuts Christmas special, and hearing these songs transports me back to childhood. But more than just nostalgia, the music stands on its own. Vince Guaraldi was a fantastic jazz pianist, and his versions of some of the standard Christmas songs are fun and enjoyable.

I defy anyone to listen to "Linus and Lucy" and not dance. I don't think it's possible. Other highlights are "What Child is This", "Christmas is Coming", and "My Little Drum". But it's fantastic from beginning to end.

Rather than pick one song as my Saturday "dash of happy" song, I have to pick the whole disc. I'm listening to it now, for the first of many times over the next couple of weeks.

Happy Saturday!

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Flashed on an Airplane

I was reading Advizor's post where he mentions sitting next to a beautiful blonde on a flight, and it spurred a memory that I had almost forgotten about.

This happened many years ago. I was in Florida for a work conference, and the incident happened on the flight home. I settled into my seat, and a very attractive young lady took the seat next to me. If I was around 30, she had to have been in her early 20's, and she was the whole package - cute face, bright smile, lithe little body.

Now in public situations, I really do think I give off some aura of invisibility - I'm quiet and mind my own business, and that suits me fine. But this young thing, much to my surprise, struck up a conversation, and we chatted easily for most of a three-hour flight. We talked about everything. She told me about her boyfriend, and asked about my wife and gushed over pictures of my baby. There was even a subtle whiff of flirtatiousness - no, she wasn't throwing herself at me - but it felt very nice indeed to get some interested attention from a young hottie.

And then she did something that shocked me to my core. She reached down to the hem of her long skirt, pulled it all the way up to her waist, and took it off!!! I couldn't believe my eyes. What was she doing?!? *Why* was she doing this? I couldn't have been more shocked or confused. The look on my face must have been priceless.

And then I realized that it wasn't a skirt - she had a sweater draped over her legs, and she simply picked up the sweater, revealing her shapely legs...and the shorts she was wearing.

If she noticed my reaction to her removing her "skirt", she didn't let on. We continued talking happily, and when the flight landed, we said affectionate good-bye's and went our separate ways. She was a lovely girl and a pleasant traveling companion. And I'll never forget my shock on being "flashed" in an airplane.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

"Hold On, I'm Coming"

Sam & Dave, if remembered at all these days, are probably best known for singing the original "Soul Man", long before it was covered by the Blues Brothers. But they weren't one-hit wonders, their greatest hits disc is fantastic high-energy music from beginning to end.

This Saturday's "dash of happy" is "Hold On, I'm Coming", my favorite Sam & Dave song. I remember hearing it for the first time at a college party and grabbing my friend and demanding to know the name of the song and who sang it.

I couldn't possibly hear that opening horn riff and not start moving.  And the double entendres available from the lyrics just make it that much more fun.

Happy Saturday!

Friday, December 9, 2011

FFF: Burned Coffee

(Image source: "Sunny Sunday Morning" by T.C. Reiner)
The weekend visit to see your grandmother was going well. When I heard her leave for church on Sunday morning, I woke you up and made love to you on the big featherbed. Then we went downstairs and made breakfast.

I watched you leaning against the ancient stove, sipping burned coffee from the old percolator, and I got an idea. You saw the gleam in my eye, and laughed, "No, absolutely not."

I bent you over the stove and flipped the robe up onto the small of your back.

"Not here in the kitchen. Grandma will be home from church soon."

My fist wrapped in your hair as I thrust into your pussy...pausing balls deep inside you.

"What are you waiting for? Fuck me, goddammit."

Good girl...I thought you'd never ask.



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

Monday, December 5, 2011

Guiltiest Pleasure

I posted a while ago that I would much rather see nude pics of regular people than porn stars or nude models. There's an element of voyeurism that I really like in seeing the amateur - the feeling that I'm seeing something that's usually secret or hidden.

I recently stumbled on what seems like the ultimate website in "regular person" voyeurism. The site features pictures of dressed women, and you guess the state of their pussy, then click to see a second undressed picture, and find out if you were right. This is *irresistably* appealing to my curiosity and my love of seeing the secret.

But the site is my guiltiest pleasure (and maybe my only guilty pleasure - I don't see any need to feel guilty over most of my pleasures. :-)) I certainly love looking at the pics and seeing the clickthroughs, but the "dressed" pics show faces, and I can't get over the nagging feeling that a lot of these pics were *not* posted by the women themselves.

I think there's a special circle of hell reserved for anyone who would betray the trust of someone who gave them (or allowed them to take) a naked picture - and then would turn around and post it on the Internet. I hope I'm wrong about the pics on this site, but I don't think I am. That keeps me from enjoying the site - and keeps me from visiting it at all very often. But *wow* does the idea ever appeal to me.

Edit: the first version of this post had the name of the site and a link to it. But since the main point of this post is my discomfort with the site, I decided I'd rather not link to it. For those dying of curiosity, I'm sure it's easily found. :-)

Saturday, December 3, 2011

A Perfect Day

One recent Saturday afternoon, I had the good fortune to be driving in the car with not one, but two lovely young ladies. It was a perfect fall day - sunny, bright, and a little cool. That's my favorite kind of weather, and the day and the company had me in a great mood. We had the iPod coming through the car stereo as I drove, and Coldplay's "Strawberry Swing" came on.

That's a song we all like, and the conversation paused so we could listen. There's a repeating lyric, "It's such a perfect day", and one of the young ladies noted that it really was a perfect day. I couldn't have agreed more. So that makes it appropriate for this Saturday's "dash of happy".

Happy Saturday!