The Lamp Post
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Posted:Mar 22, 2006 6:50 pm
Last Updated:Nov 1, 2007 5:56 pm
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This is my favorite lamp.
It is made of teak and amber, spaghetti glass.
Probably Danish.
Probably mid-twentieth century.
It has an inline switch.
I prefer to leave the lights on.
Like it or not, it comes with me.
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Cat's Nap
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Posted:Mar 10, 2006 3:40 pm
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2006 5:33 pm
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midmorning
early season
loosely furled snapping canvas
warmth and rosy-golden light
offshore breezes picking up
teasing thru your hair
smoothing across your skin
cool and scented
with the sea
and distant smoky
spicewood cooking fires
rhythm of lazy waves
dulled by gentle rocking
familiar barefoot steps
across the darkened teak
reassuringly close
soft whispers
"tisk-tisk...that sun has found
you too soon...your fair skin"
"i'll be right back"
warmth
soft and spicy breezes
rhythm of lazy waves
dulled by gentle rocking
drifting
soft and familiar hands
caressing your feet
unctuous coconut scent
long well-practiced strokes
up the backs and sides
of your calves and thighs
calls of sea birds
playing on the breeze
firmly admiring strokes
matching the curves
of your ass and hips
's laughter
carefree joy across the waves
gentle circles across and up
your waist and back
melange of exotic spice
teasing thru your hair
strong and loving fingers
fusing with yours
our palms sliding together
loosely furled snapping canvas
warmth and rosy-golden light
softly seeping into your pores
warm hands moving slowly
up from your hands
to your shoulders
warmth and rosy-golden light
diffusing thru your body
nimble fingers gently kneading
across your shoulders
and under your hair
warmth and rosy-golden light
settling thru you
floating on another sea
of gentle warmth
rosy-golden light
a tingling presence
so close and familiar
soft whisper in the breeze
"rest now...
lunch will be here soon"
rhythm of lazy waves
dulled by gentle rocking
rhythm of lazy wa
dulled by gentle roc
rhythm of
dulled by
drifting on a warm and golden sea
purposeful splashes and laughter
loosely furled snapping canvas
familiar barefoot steps
enveloped in soft terry cloth
as the warm sea drifts away
eyes opening
blues of sky and sea
soft white of clouds and sand
a small boat drawing closer
painted brightly many times
the layers charmingly revealed
by many years of use
two beautiful smiling faces
one rowing with practiced strokes
one holding a large basket
covered with batik cloth
"lunch is almost here
your favorite
only one place in the world
knows just how you like it
here..try this
tell me if you like it"
a cool glass
strong ginger beer
and fresh grapefruit juice
you smile as the boat
draws alongside
"after lunch
we could go ashore
if you like.
if you'd like
a little adventure today."
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Control Breaks, Tangents, Self-fulfilling Prophesies, Sleep
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Posted:Mar 8, 2006 6:49 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2006 4:35 pm
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10 Screw Something Up
15 Feel Bad About Screwing It Up
20 goto 10
I have been in a rut for a long time now. Many years in fact. A comfortable rut: similar to the effects on carbon monoxide poisoning. Just enough off from healthy for the effects to be cumulative and destructive, but hardly noticable until someone bursts in and drags you out into the fresh air.
set i = 1
10 Screw Something Up
15 Feel Bad About Screwing It Up
16 i = i + 1
20 goto 10
I had my first, serious relationship over 20 years ago. When I look back at all of my failed relationships since then; I see a similar pattern. Initialization, Processing and Housekeeping have all been roughly the same. The number of clock cycles might vary but the output was always the same. Garbage in and garbage out. My garbage. My baggage.
set i = 0
10 Screw Something Up
15 Feel Bad About Screwing It Up
16 i = i + 1
17 print i
20 goto 10
I don't want to keep doing this to myself and others. I have been looking at my past failures, the total of them. I am painfully aware of them, and I want the next one to be the one where I get it right finally. I think I finally deserve that.
How do I break this loop?
If I Screw Something Up:
Then goto What?
If I Feel Bad About Screwing It Up:
Then goto What?
Time is linear.
Timelines are linear.
Lifelines should therefore also be linear.
They should look like this:
Step1-Step2-Step3-Step4-Step5--->
But mine looks like this:
Loop( x = x + 1 )-Loop( x = x + 1 )-
Not so much a trail to be blazed with each new step.
But a track left by the turning of a wheel - the sum of the circumferences of the revolutions.
I am not walking. I am coasting. I am not engaging the journey with each step. I am revolving within the circle that contains me.
All things tangental to myself. My own pi.
I allow the baggage that I carry from my past experiences to shape my future experiences. My fears, my anger, my shame, my shallowness, my selfishness, my immaturity, my thoughtlessness: these things turn the wheel. And in turning the wheel; they doom my future.
Step 1: x = x + 1
Loop
100 I am loopy from lack of sleep.
200 I will rest until Sunday.
300 I will try to gain control.
Loop or Step?
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Still a Cyber Virgin, Dammit!!
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Posted:Mar 1, 2006 5:47 pm
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2006 2:57 pm
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The ongoing saga of me trying to broaden my sexual horizons, desperately.....
MaggiesWicked2U: yadda yadda on the phone
SpinmeNdaSheets: lol
SpinmeNdaSheets: tell her you are cybering
MaggiesWicked2U: mmmmm with you?
SpinmeNdaSheets: who else?
MaggiesWicked2U: oh, happy days!
SpinmeNdaSheets: my hand runs slowly over the curve of your hip
MaggiesWicked2U: i move with the rhythm of your touch
SpinmeNdaSheets: burying my face into your hair and nuzzling the back of your neck
MaggiesWicked2U: i moan slighly, exhaleing softly
MaggiesWicked2U: mmmm... you feel so nice against me
SpinmeNdaSheets: lying on our sides, I press myself against you as I trace the edge of your ear with my lips
SpinmeNdaSheets: soft breaths, light nibbles
MaggiesWicked2U: you are making me warm .... i feel my body flush beside you
SpinmeNdaSheets: feeling your warmth, moving closer, my fingers tracing the curves of your waist and hip more firmly
MaggiesWicked2U: i'm thinking that if you don't pull me closer and kiss me i'm going to faint in heat
SpinmeNdaSheets: hearing your breathing grow quicker, I know what you want
SpinmeNdaSheets: I roll away from you onto my back and wait for you
SpinmeNdaSheets: fingers lightly moving along your arm and shoulder, teasing your hair
SpinmeNdaSheets: waiting
MaggiesWicked2U: hummmm i'm melting here
SpinmeNdaSheets: waiting, enjoying this moment of anticipation
MaggiesWicked2U: yes.... i'm just anticipating your lips, softly on mine... exchanging small breaths ... before you kiss me
SpinmeNdaSheets: my hand squeezes your shoulder and pushes you away until you lie on you tummy facing me
SpinmeNdaSheets: then traces shivers across your back
MaggiesWicked2U: whew... just got off the phone with laura
SpinmeNdaSheets: she calls at the worst times
SpinmeNdaSheets: lol
MaggiesWicked2U: ok, now that you have totally managed to sensually flustrate me .... ????
MaggiesWicked2U: i need water and a ciggy
SpinmeNdaSheets: the back of my hand falls down your side
MaggiesWicked2U: oh, speaking of which how's that not smoking campaingn going?
MaggiesWicked2U: oh, you are going to drive me to ... to... a cold shower
SpinmeNdaSheets: I push it between the futon and your tummy until my fingers curl over your waist and pull you towards me
MaggiesWicked2U: oh heavens
MaggiesWicked2U: hey, i'm a cyber virgin, ya now be gentle
SpinmeNdaSheets: your hand moves across my chest and into my hair as you slide on top of me
MaggiesWicked2U: and I shrik at the present in your pants, as my hips meet yours
SpinmeNdaSheets: eyes half closed looking deeply into one another
MaggiesWicked2U: hey, my eyes are wide open in surprise thank you very much
SpinmeNdaSheets: shreik?
MaggiesWicked2U: yea, that one
SpinmeNdaSheets: LOL
MaggiesWicked2U: no, yell
SpinmeNdaSheets: okay I'm done
MaggiesWicked2U: damn
MaggiesWicked2U: 
SpinmeNdaSheets: no shrieking at my junk
SpinmeNdaSheets: LMAO
MaggiesWicked2U: me too actually
SpinmeNdaSheets: I'm so gonna post this
MaggiesWicked2U: hummmm no junk in your trunk hunny, it's the motor in the front that has me worried
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Just an Observation, Don't Get Your Nuts All Twisted!
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Posted:Feb 28, 2006 4:28 pm
Last Updated:Jun 7, 2008 4:42 pm
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Read the title again before you begin.
I've been curious about something for over six months now. I couldn't resist any longer, and the other day I finally gave into the temptation. I wasn't disappointed.
Back to this being an observation. That's what it is. It isn't a rant or a rave or anything too nasty. It's just something that I have been wondering about for quite some time, and I have also been making careful observations. I have no idea about the validity of this observation, so don't get your nuts all twisted about it.
Every time that I log onto a site that shall remain nameless, I look closely at a number of things:
First I check the number of members in Georgia.
That number is currently around 450,000.
I have no idea what the population of Georgia is, but I would say that 450,000 represents a rather large percentage of residents. That would mean that 1 out of a surprisingly small number of residents is a member of that site.
Next I check the new female members from Georgia. There are maybe 20 new ones at the most every day. I check a number of their profiles. Quite a few of them are obviously not real. No lady would ever represent herself like that. Obviously they were written by men, and surprise, surprise, they want your email address. Then there are a few, maybe 1 or 2 at the most, that look genuine. They are well written and include a lot more information than the others. And many of them are looking for other women, not men. The rest are rather iffy, and so I hotlist them so I can check in a week or two to see if they are still active. Most are not. So out of the original 20 for that day, 1 is still a member. Maybe.
Then I check to see who is online. I figure that it takes a real person to be online, but I notice a few of the questionable ones online. I don't really get too involved with it. I just keep hitting the "Next" button until I get to the end of the list. I usually see alot of the same ladies. One or two I know; and of the rest, I can recognise more than a few of them. The list usually runs out somewhere between 6 and 10 pages.
I kept observing this for months, and things just didn't seem to jibe with what I have heard mentioned frequently by other members. This thing that I kept hearing was the ration of male to female members. At first it was stated at 10 to 1, and later it was generously bumped up to 20 to 1. I always half-heartedly accepted it, but I'm a curious SOB. And I don't trust numbers that seem too easily rounded and neat. I will be using numbers that are easily rounded and neat during the rest of this observation. I'm also a lazy SOB.
So even if I used the generously rounded 20 to 1 ratio; my poor math skills gave a total of around 90,000 female members in Georgia. I'd say that's a rather high percentage of the female population of Georgia. Sounds encouragingly and easily well rounded to me. I got a little name tag with my handle on it, so I can just wear it around and meet and greet on the street.
So I'm sportin' my swanky, new name tag around town, but in the back of my mind I started wondering why there were always so few ladies online. I mean, 90,000 ladies online should be enough to set the lines on fire. But I only saw the same 6 to 10 pages of members online.
INTERMISSION:
This is getting a bit long-winded, so go get something to drink, or pee, or let the out so he can pee, or whatever. I'll wait.
Taps fingers, scratches self, logs on to heckle the Russian video-chat ladies for free.....
Now I'm gonna take you back a bit in time, before I had the name tag. One day I was curious to see if I could find my profile. I did a search of men in my area looking for exactly the same thing as me. For the ages I chose from one year younger to one year older than me. I submitted the search and waited, and waited, and waited for the results. When I finally had them, of course the gold memberships were first. I'm a silver and always have been. I clicked thru page after page after page of gold memberships. I gave up before I even made it to the silvers, so I never even found my profile listing. This was about what I had expected, given the number of members and the stated ratio.
We zoom forward to the present, well actually just yesterday. I had the day off, so I figured it was time to finalize this little observation of mine. This time I did a search of all the women in Georgia between 20 and 60 looking for as broad an interest as possible ( alright, to be honest, I left off cross-dressing ) with a man. The results popped up fairly quickly. Hmmmm
This list started with the gold members as before. I looked at page after page, and I think I read most of their profiles. I figured they must be good if they were willing to pay top dollar to be a member. Most of them were very good and also very, very specific about exactly what they were looking for. And a surprising number of them, even though they listed men as what they were looking for, stated rather emphatically and forcefully in the body of their profile, "NO MEN". Hmmm
I liked the way the list was organized. The members were grouped together by the date of their last visit. First were the ones who had visited on that day. Next were the ones who had visited within 3 days. Followed by the ones who had visited within the week, or within the past 2 weeks, or the month. And then the ones who had not logged on in ages.
Most of the gold were in the first two categories. Makes sense, they are paying for it, and they are serious about why they are here. The gold member list ran out not surprisingly quick, and then I started on the silver members. Being a silver member myself, I could relate, and each of those special ladies had a place in my heart as I read their profiles. It was nice.
Even the one that stated that my dick had to be at least the size of a can of RedBull or not to waste her time or mine was at least amusing. I had to wonder why I would want to waste my time getting a can of RedBull and a hard on, so I could compare the two to see if I met her criteria. What if I was good-to-go in both the z and x axes, but didn't compare favorably in the y-axis? What then? She also stated that I had to be a gentleman and a wonderful guy as well as measuring up. What sort of gentleman is going to compare his hard on to a can of RedBull, in the hopes that he might be good enough to fuck her? Honestly. Honestly. If any man stated on his profile that a lady must be able to shove a can of RedBull repeatedly and forcefully into her pussy for half an hour if she would like to be given any consideration, there would be a freakin' blood bath. Uhm.....moving right along.
And there was still plenty of room left in my pinchy, little heart after I finished reading the silver profiles. So I started on the standard members, but I didn't read too many of them. I just clicked the pages and looked at the last visit info. I stopped when I got to the "within the last month" listings. Honestly. If they haven't visited within the last month, then there is no need to try contacting them. I clicked a few pages and read a few with dates going back to June of '04 and a few that were just gone. So I stopped my observing and started pondering.
I'd have to say that I looked at a few thousand profiles at the most. Certainly nowhere near the generously rounded figure of 90,000. It was a much more svelt 3,000, tops. So I pondered some more.
Mentally using a complex algorithm of not actually giving a weasel's wedding tackle about the accuracy of my observation, I was able to fudge up the following result.
The actual ratio of male to female members on that site might be much closer to 400 to 1 than you or I suspect. I know this is a shocking observation, but I assure you that it is far less shocking than the observations I endured while trying to find my profile listed amongst all the other male members. Maybe it's bullshit.
What does all of this mean?
Well it explains why I have been here for six months; yet I have only received 188 profile views. And only 10 of them were matching. I have been very active almost every day of those six months on either the advice line of the magazine or in the blogs. I'm active. I'm exposed. I'm ignored. I'm hardly caring anymore. Hmmmmmm
And it explains why so many emails go unanswered. As they are either lost in an avalanche of messages from the other 399 interested guys or are simply going to a fake or kaput profile.
It also explains why I hear the ladies complaining so often about the volume of emails thay have to deal with daily. There are alot of guys out there for each one of them. That's alot of RedBull being bandied about.
Continuing with my little observation:
I would have to say that if one took a random sample of 450,000 Georgians, in the real world; that one would wind up with a fairly equal number of women to men. Fair enough? But on that particular site, there is only 1 lady for every 400 men. Now the first part of the law of conservation of energy states that energy is neither created nor destroyed, and the second part states that you are a complete idiot for wasting it in an environment where the odds are stacked so heinously against you.
What might the real world be like if there was only 1 woman for every 400 men?
Here is my half-assed theory:
1. Women would be afraid to leave the house for fear of being mobbed by suitors and such.
2. I've seen the movie, "A Handmaiden's Tale", several times. It isn't nice. I wont go into it here.
3. There would be a hell of alot of gay men in the world ( not just Georgia ). And please guys, don't give me any of that bullshit that you'd rather be dead. You'd rather be frolicking half naked and drunk on the golf course with 398 other guys, and sucking each other's dicks while joking about the poor scmuck who's stuck home watching his 399 sons while his wife and go shopping.
Golf, beer, and macho sex has to be better than death.
Maybe.
Georgia Lady of the Day:
Jilly00 Jilly00
for having a profile that livened up an otherwise tedious observation. Thanks, babe.
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djini
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Posted:Feb 26, 2006 5:29 pm
Last Updated:Mar 8, 2006 2:28 pm
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Once in a while someone asks me why I always seem to have a half-smile on my face. Like I know something that nobody else does.
The only explanation I can offer them is to let my half-smile turn into a grin. They usually look at me and smile, too.
I never ask what thoughts they have that are making them smile. It's none of my business.
But I am thinking about my secrets, my happy secrets. And I hope they are doing the same.
I will share my happiest secret with you.
Many years ago, I was sitting on the sofa. I had the entire house to myself. It was perfectly still and quiet. I was sitting there completely relaxed and "spaced out".
Suddenly I felt myself expanding outward beyond my body, beyond the room, the house, the sky, the world. I expanded until I filled the entire universe. I was everywhere and nowhere.
And I felt this joy, and I was a part of it, and it was a part of me, and I was it, and it was me. A joy so powerful so overwhelming so all-encompassing that it was indescribably beautiful and so deliciously painful to experience.
I felt like I was going to explode from the power and pressure of it if I didn't laugh. And I laughed, and laughed, and laughed until tears ran down my face and my sides burned and I became aware of my body again. And I was stoppered back up in it again.
Something somewhere for some reason decided that I needed a glimpse of something beyond anything that I had ever imagined or experienced. And I am forever grateful to whomever for whatever.
You see? I can't explain it. I can only smile. And by smiling I can give others a little hint of what I once felt.
After that I never really had much fear of what lies next, what's behind door number two or twenty or two hundred. I know I will return to that joy, maybe briefly, maybe forever. But it's still there or here and always has been and always will be.
When the giggles bubble and tingle through you.
Oh you are close...oh so close....it's all around you.
Are you smiling?
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......Baer In The Woods......
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Posted:Feb 14, 2006 3:36 pm
Last Updated:Apr 8, 2008 6:24 pm
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I love to hike. I have three pairs of Vasque boots that need to be resoled to prove it.
So on my very first night camping with my buds in the north Georgia mountains, we chose our site and set up our individual tents fairly far apart.
Now north Georgia is known for its deer, wild turkeys, wild boar, rattlesnakes and bears. None of which I care to meet on a personal or otherwise level. I enjoy seeing them on television, but I wouldn't care to be close enough to smell any of them.
At the end of the day, I hopped into my sleeping bag. And I hate to mention this again for fear of what happened the last time; but I sleep in the nude, so I'm totally naked in my sleeping bag. I'm all tuckered out from many miles of uphill hiking with a huge pack on my back and all the fresh air and sunshine.
I had never been in the Georgia woods before, nor slept in a tent since quitting the boy scouts. So I didn't sleep very soundly. It was too quiet, or there were strange noises, or the quarter inch of foam under my bag wasn't enough to keep the rocks from poking through, or it was just too different. So I kind of drifted in and out, floating between unconciousness and semiconciousness, dreaming sometimes, half awake and almost hypnotic at others.
So I started to hear this noise as I'm half asleep and half awake. Kind of a gurgling growl of sorts. I try to ignore it, cuz I have no idea what it is at first. So I was drifting in and out of semiconciousness-semiawareness. And I
kept hearing that gurgling, growling, sniffling sound.
What the hell is it? Gosh!
It sure sounds awful close! It sounds like it's right outside my tent. What the hell is it?!!
These thoughts kept popping in and out of my mind as I took what seemed like an eternity to wake up and for my brain to start functioning. That feeling like you are submerged under fifty feet of tissue paper and slowly tearing through as you float back to the surface.
GRROOOWWWWLLLL SNIFF SCHNUFFF GRRRLLLLL
OH SHIT!!! What the HELL is THAT?! It's SO fuckin' CLOSE!!!!!
I continued to float higher and closer to conciousness, becoming more aware of my surroundings and my body. I became aware that I was rigid with fear. I couldn't even scream. I've never been so terrified in my whole life!
GGGRRROOOWWWLLLL SCHNIFFF SSSNNUFFF GRRLLLLL
OH SHIT!!! IT'S A BEAR!!! My
first night out and I'm gonna get ATTACKED by a BEAR!!! DAMN that beef jerky in my pocket!
GGGRROOOOOWWWWLLL SNUFFF SCHNUFF GRRLLL SNORT
Terror had seized me completely, and I was desperately trying to regain control of my faculties. It was Fight-or-Flight time, and I was bare-ass naked and zipped inside both a sleeping bag and a tent with my closest friend 50 feet away and asleep. My titanium spoon was outside on the stump by my tent. WTF was I thinking?
I don't want to go like THIS!!! I don't want to DIE out here with you ASSHOLES! I can see the damn headlines now: "LOCAL NUDIST MAULED TO DEATH BY BEAR IN THE WOODS" I hate you guys!
GGGRROOOOOWWWWLLL SNUFFF SSSNUFF GRRLLL SNORT SNORT
By now I was almost fully awake and completely petrified. All of my senses had been honed to razor-sharpness by the fear that gripped me. I was still.
So very, very still and listening...
and still listening.....
and still listening.......
and still listening.........
SCHnuff GRLLL SNORT Snort
OH THANK GOD!!!!
You DUMBASS!
You were snoring.
Don't ever tell the guys.
You'll never live this shit down.
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SPAMchovie Sandwiches
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Posted:Feb 6, 2006 8:10 am
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2006 9:09 pm
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Another icestorm is threatening to hit Atlanta sometime today. So I am doing all of my chores ( laundry, vacuuming, dishes, etc... ) this morning in case the power goes out.
In the interests of self-preservation, I have also taken stock of all my emergency gear:
radio- check
flashlight- check
batteries- check
cozy, wool socks and sweaters- check, check
quilts- check
down sleeping bag- check
and my emergency provisions:
cat food- check
cat treats- check
beer- check
bottled water- check
food- Hmmmm. I might be in trouble here.
All I have on hand is one can of SPAM ( Tobasco flavored ) and one can of anchovie fillets packed in extra virgin olive oil. I might be in serious trouble if I can't make it to the store in time to buy a loaf of pumpernickle bread and some honey dijon mustard. 
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Not a Crossword 1
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Posted:Jan 30, 2006 7:57 pm
Last Updated:Mar 8, 2006 2:14 pm
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Late morning laziness on a chilly, Monday holiday:
comfy terry cloth robes, piping hot Earl Grey tea, a stale Sunday newspaper and a troublesome cat....
Your derisive snort tells me that you have wandered into a section of the paper that I usually avoid. My sarcasm detector is now online and fully functional.
"I should know this. What's a three letter word for a flightless bird?", I ask baitingly. I lost interest in this crossword puzzle many sips of tea ago.
'k..f..c', your deadpan reply. Naptime is over, and playtime has started.
Your games are always fun. The ball is in my court. Follow her lead and play along: this should be good. I leave the pen where it lays, reach over to the nightstand and pick up one of the peppermint sticks dipped in dark chocolate left over from Christmas. My personal stash, hoarded to be enjoyed on mornings like this one. My very own, special treat, as you despise them with a passion.
I glance over at you cautiously. How can someone look both smug and sly while sipping scalding hot tea? Another puzzle for me to ponder. I take a small nibble, replace it on the nightstand and take a sip of tea. Fine chocolate melting in the bergamot flavored tea and blending with the peppermint as it dissolves. Eyes closed as I focus on the individual flavors and the new ones, as they evolve. Interesting, but almost too much. I crunch the remaining peppermint and wash it down with a finishing sip of tea. I'm not sure if I like it, but I know I'll try it again. I pick up the pen. I want to make a face at the aftertaste, but I wont let you win. Not yet.
I hear another, little snort. I understand this one. 'How's the crossword coming?', you ask.
"k..f.....cee..good.....thanks", I play along, as I scribble down the letters. Keep a straight face, she knows and she's watching; so keep a straight face.
'How can you stand that?', you ask.
"It's a nice challenge: trying to figure out the words and fit them together into the bigger puzzle", I bait you further.
Another deadpan response, 'No. Those flavors mixed together. I enjoy them seperately, but not all at once like that.'
"It's a nice challenge: trying to figure out the flavors and fitting them together into a bigger puzzle. Together they form new tastes.... Sensations, Unexpected things, Surprising things", I offer while feigning continued interest in the crossword.
'You're kind of strange. Aren't you?', folding up the paper, 'doing things like that to yourself'.
Have I won already? Is she smiling? I can't look yet, so instead I scribble more gibberish in the little boxes. Any second now, she will take a peek at my progress. The game mustn't end like that, so I casually fold up the paper and place it on the bed beside me. Turning my attention to the cat I can now see sleeping on top of the quilt on my lap. He's been there since I started the puzzle, offering nothing but moral support and grumbling at my slightest movement.
A scratch, a grumble, another scratch, another grumble: I tip the paper until it falls to the floor. He stands, yawns, stretches, peers over the edge, and then a look at me to let me know he knew all along that I'd give up. I throw the pen thru the door into the hall, and he's at the chase in a single blink. He picks it up and gives me a look that says: please excuse me while I hide this under the sofa.
'I thought he'd never leave', you yawn and stretch before taking another sip.
"He'll be back soon enough. Until then, how should we enjoy our privacy?"
'I'm in the mood for something.......unexpected.'
"So what you're saying is...."
'Surprise me', you interrupt.
I look over at you: same smug and sly look as before but somehow distant now. You put the cup down on the saucer, slide down onto your back, turn towards me suddenly and say, 'Surprise me!'
Something is on your mind: a game within a game. Challenging me to find the answers to your puzzle, to put the pieces together; and my mind is a blank. I have no ideas or words for you, but I wont let you win. I get out of bed and untie my robe while walking to the closet. I need time to think somewhere private. She must not see my confusion. I want to win, and I need a plan.
I know you are watching me intently, searching for clues. Curious about what your demand has done to me and how I will respond. I slide the robe over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor as I take the remaining few steps and walk into the closet. Well, so far you at least look like you know what you are doing, I reassure myself. And I did leave her with something that might distract her for a bit, but the clock is ticking.
I see my ties. I've always wanted to try that. I wonder. I see her black, silk scarf hanging from the pocket of one of her jackets. I've always wanted to try that also. I just might have the start of a plan here. I grab one of my old ties and the scarf and walk out of the closet.
Standing there in the doorway, looking at you while I offer up my selection. I begin to notice the chill in the air. Neither one of us has turned up the thermostat yet, just hinted back and forth to one another: a little dare, a little game. I did make the tea, after all.
'I always liked that tie. You never wear it anymore', you say as your eyes move slowly across my body. I'm looking for a clue from you, anything to let me know what you might want. No expression on your face, you aren't going to make this easy for me. I'd be disappointed if you did. I notice your eyes trailing back and forth across my chest, and I know that my nipples have reacted to the cold and hold your attention. More of the plan falls into place as I walk back to the bed.
I lay the tie and the scarf down on the bed beside you and sit down, facing you, one leg bent under me and one foot on the floor. You roll towards me, bending your legs up under the quilt until they press against me. I watch as you reach out to touch me: running your hands lightly up and down my leg, my side, my belly.
A tingling touch, heightened by the cold, that sends little shivers up and down my spine. Your hands move down to caress my cock and tickle my balls. I look up to see you watching my face, searching for my enjoyment. I close my eyes as I react to your touch, swelling, stiffening, shivering.
I look down again to see you softly stroking my cock and gently squeezing my balls. I reach down and take your hand away from my balls. You look at me, and I know we both miss the sensation. I bring your arm out in front of me, loop one end of the tie around it and bind it securely. You continue to stroke and tease me with your free hand.
'That's good. Not too tight. Do you like this?', you say as you twist the palm of your hand softly around the head, sending more shivers and stoking the fire. I reach down and take your hand away, holding both hands, rolling you back and lifting them towards the headboard. I loop the tie thru the slats and around your free wrist.
"I think so. And you know I like that", I reply as I tie the end into a knot. A thought comes to mind: another game within the game. I leave the knot a bit too loose, and settle you into place. I lean close, searching your eyes for any clues of what you might want next. No clues beyond that mysterious look, so I guess I must be on the right track here. I still need the rest of the plan, the other pieces of the puzzle; and I don't plan to give up on this one. I might not win, but I will certainly play it thru.
I twist the scarf and watch you testing your new restraints. 'That last knot might be too loose. You wouldn't want me to get away from you. Would you?', you ask with a barely noticeable hint of playfulness. I show you the scarf and lower it over your eyes, until the blindfold breaks our eye contact. "Well then, you'll have to restrain yourself. Wont you?", I reply as I tie the scarf loosely in a knot behind your ear. I am relieved that you can't see the twinkle in my eyes, as I see the corners of your mouth set slightly. I know I have your mind working now.
I stand up, tuck you in under the quilt and kiss you lightly at first, allowing it to deepen until your breath quickens. I break the kiss quickly and stand back up. You squirm slightly under the quilt, settling in. I notice the corners of your mouth setting again, and you say, 'good night, dear'.
You can't see me now. So I allow myself a smile, as I walk silently back to the closet. I grab a pair of sweat pants and put them on. I see my cashmere sweater, the V-neck. I slip it on, and Gawd it feels good, warm and soft, unbelievably soft against my chilled skin. Another piece of the puzzle is solved and fits into place in my mind.
I walk out and see you there, patient, expressionless and mysterious. I look over at my nightstand, my tea and my chocolate peppermint stick. I walk over, pick it up and take a big bite of it. Crunching it and savoring the taste, then I take a sip of tea and almost wince as the powerful flavors overwhelm my tastbuds. Was that another, little snort I just heard?
Another piece of the puzzle is complete. Braced by my new plan, I walk silently out of the bedroom, leaving you there mysterious and curious.
I walk past the living room on the way to the kitchen. Looking over, I see the cat lying on the floor with three legs under the sofa and one extended up with its claws dug into the leather. I pretend not to notice as he gives me a look that says: you weren't supposed to see this, but could you help me get my pen back? I ignore him, but wonder again about declawing him for the sake of my furniture and my sanity. Sorry monkey-boy, not this time: I have a situation of my own at the moment.
To be continued......
© spinmedown 2006
I have a bergamot tummyache at the moment.
You were right, Edie.
* snort, snort, blech *
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Breathless
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Posted:Jan 26, 2006 3:05 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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It's been so long....such a long time....dammit car go faster...No! I wont let you merge....I don't need any more idiots in my way....I need to be there now...NOW dammit....finally...after far too long...I got the call...."I'm back in town. I need you NOW"..."You're twenty minutes away. I'll be there in ten"....that was half a FREAKIN hour ago...the light's yellow, Go You Idiot!....Oh shit!....squeeling stop inches from his bumper....We could have made it!...adrenaline surging higher...blood pounding in my ears as my pulse races on...ruddy flush deepening...I'd be there in the time it will take this light to change!....you don't understand....I HAVE to be there NOW....SHE's waiting....I'm gonna bust thru the windshield and run the rest of the way....it's green....her eyes....her hair...no they are brown...I'm melting like chocolate....her smile....two more blocks....her shoulders...her hands....calm down, boy...that idiot is still in front of you...that merciless idiot....her knees...her ankles...one more block, just one....hurry up! your killing me!...buy a map, you jerk!....her thighs....her thighs against me...her thighs around me....Focus! you're still driving....her tummy....her curves joining...leading me down..Uhhhhhhuhhuh...That was it! That was the freakin turn! You missed it! Stop thinking about her or you'll never make it!....another block further...I coulda been THERE...I should BE THERE...a right turn...her waist...her hips....another right turn....her ass...gawd her ass....stop dreaming...there's the turn....her back....her neck....HER BREASTS, their curves in my hands, their smell, the taste of them...her nipples...I'm STARVIN For THEM....STOP THE CAR....get out...at least try to look cool...Screw that!...Look at yourself...you're a mess....try to walk right and get your sorry butt in the door NOW....down the walk...my arms around her...up the steps...her pressed against me, thighs, tummy and breasts....so close...so close now, not yet....the landing...my arm around her waist...my fingers in her hair...her hands on my ass...fingernail edges swiftly up my spine....fingers meshing thru my hair....pulling my head down...her eyes twinkling with that look.
The door opens....WE ARE HERE....your eyes...I'm falling into them....I can't stop...stepping forward...that look....I'm falling....my hands on your hips....fingers matching their curves....pressing my need in strong, demanding arcs across the firm flesh of your ass....an eternity of need, forcing them down until I grasp each cheek....that look in your eyes that lets me know you understand....the corners of your mouth moving up slightly so I know how much you agree....your hands pulling me down...wanting my mouth closer...our bodies pressed tightly against one another....we have WAITED for this TOO long...my hands squezing the tops of your thighs....pulling you up against me even tighter...lifting you towards my mouth....aching to taste your kiss....lifting you, spreading your legs, wrapping them around me....our lips joining....almost dizzy from the heat of your breath...the savagery of our kiss....feeling your legs lock around me, my forearms pressed against your thighs....cupping your ass in my hands....I take another step inside....our mouths twisting together as we feed on the passion of our kiss...our hunger for one another deepening....another step...feeling my hips moving against the increasing pressure from your thighs....holding yourself against me, rising and falling with the passion of our kiss.
Breaking our kiss and pulling my ear to your mouth...."Wait!" you gasp.....THAT WORD...I have waited, your trip, your call, the drive....I've waited...I'VE WAITED....stiffening fire burns along my spine....burning into my mind....demolishing all thought...burning down my arms...and smouldering in the palms of my hands as I squeeze your ass....squeezing it so hard that I know it must hurt, but I can't let go....pulling you against me....until I feel the heat of your fire where I am hurting most....Don't you feel that? How can you ask me to wait any more?....seeking your mouth as I turn my head....my lips tracing their heat across your cheek....our mouths meeting...almost painfully intense...holding you there...you pull away again and gasp, "The door! Close the door you fool!"....pulling you back again...hands and mouth pressing...twisting...tangling...I bend my left knee to take our weight as I reach back with my right to kick the door closed....both feet back on the ground....spinning in space...falling and falling and falling....I bend both knees and lean forward....pulling you tightly against my crotch....pressing you between my thighs and chest as I crouch down...balancing on my toes, knees fully bent, leaning forward, my hands moving up and down your thighs.....your breathes coming shorter and quicker as I press them out of you...your legs wrapped tightly around my waist....squeezing my breathe out of me...your arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders, clutching my back with your nails....the pain from each one mixing with the fire coursing along my spine....
You gasp,"Don't You...Drop Me"
I hiss, "sssssshhhutuuuup!!!!"
My left hand brings your mouth back to mine...no more talking...my right hand moves forward until it finds the entry hall's Persian runner...knees moving down until they touch....mouths locked together...trading breathes between us....stretching forward....placing you down gently, ass to shoulders upon the rug....the same breathe passing quickly back and forth between us....pressing myself, crotch to chest on top of you...quickly, firmly....looking into your eyes, the same look in them but so much deeper so much nearer...your moist, red lips parted in a half smile half snarl....sliding my left forearm under the small of your back....hot, smooth skin and the velvetty nap of the carpet....fingers curling around the curve of your waist as you bring your legs up over my hips to press against my waist.....our eyes locked together deepening the passion our lips created.....I pull up slightly, holding your gaze....placing all of my weight on your lower tummy....your fingernails tracing across my shoulders....my eyes trace slowly along the features of your face and neck....across your shoulders...along the outline of your open blouse and across the hem of your tank top....slowly over the curves of your breasts...until focused on your left nipple, poised beneath the fabric...my breathe quickens and you press your palms against the tensed muscles of my upper back and shoulders....I quickly glance up and catch you smiling mysteriously....our breathes coming faster and faster....the fires stilled for just a brief moment as our eyes meet.....and we know what must happen next.
A quick movement as I pull aside your blouse and tanktop to reveal my prize....one more moment lost in your gaze before my mouth is on your breast...."ssshhit", I hear you hiss, startled by my sudden savagery....I suck greedily on your breast....opening my mouth wider to pull it in....as much as I can have, and I want more and more....pressing my mouth down against your breast in rhythm with the pressure as I suck on it....starving for your taste, your flesh in my mouth....I hear you gasp from the intensity....I know it is too much, too close to being painful, but I can not stop myself...only enough control left to keep my tongue from touching your nipple....no, not yet....your nails press into my back as you hold me to you....my forearm squeezes you up against me in time with your breathes, controlling them and controlled by them....your thighs crush against my waist, squeezing and releasing in time to my breathes, contolling them and controlled by them....locked together, our needs communicated and controlled by sweetly painful pleasures.....our needs quickening and deepening as I greedily feed upon your breast....until finally I must have your nipple....sucking as hard as I can, filling my mouth with your delicious flesh, I flick my tongue so gently forward towards your waiting nipple....I know you have been waiting for this moment for so long....have been imagining it....dreaming about it....thinking about it for so long....so very long.....I know how sensitive your nipples are...how they are wired directly to other places, secret and special....I know how much your nipples crave attention....demand it almost more than any other part of your body....my entire world now orbits around this nipple....hard and urgent....I crush you against me with my forearm and hear your breathing become rapid and shallow....your thighs jerk upward involuntarily and you squeeze me so unbelievably tightly, pressing between my waist and lowest ribs....clawing at my back....fanning the flames of my desire with your painful need, our painful need...my breathe quick and smouldering against your breast.
I reach out patiently with my tongue....slowly....all around me the galaxy is on fire as I calmly orbit your nipple....we can no longer breathe, our bodies locked together and still as the universe crashes in on us....crushing us...my tongue ever so gently, almost not even touching....slowly draws a line from the edge of your nipple to the point....just a light flick, or two , or three.....you flex against me...I feel your body wracked and convulsing in the tiny space that I have left for you....clutching with your nails and tearing me in two with your legs....
THE PAIN, I MUST BREATHE, NO MORE!!!
I feel you collapse beneath me and I fall the rest of the way....floating....released ...I hear the distant sounds of your arms hitting the carpet after you release me...the sounds of your shoes sliding across the carpet as you relax and lie beneath me.
Our sudden inhales, so delicious...I push myself up and away from you...the first time we have broken contact in an eternity....we have never been apart....I see you, eyes closed, mouth half closed, the snarl gone and only the smile remaining...I look at your breast...wet and red...the deep outline of my teeth still orbitting your swollen nipple.
"Oh God. I didn't mean to do that. I'm so sorry", I whisper.
"Don't be sorry. Don't ever be sorry for that. Let me catch my breathe, and then we'll take care of you."
"You're too late", I laugh.
Breathless......
© spinmedown 2006
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for Edie, I'll take care of the other one soon LOL
The artwork is called 'Titty Study 1' by ROSCOE from my collection. If you're gonna have smut, it better be good. Nobody draws nipples better.
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Neck Orgasms
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Posted:Jan 22, 2006 3:18 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Inspired by Edie
How to Give a Neck Orgasm 101
( I'm still perfecting my technique. )
I help you take off your coat and hand you a glass of perfectly chilled Chardonay when you walk thru the door after a crappy day at work.
( You know. The ones that start with having to use a paper towel as a coffee filter because everyone else is too damn cheap and lazy to buy more even though they know they used the last one. Then having to listen to previously mentioned cheap, lazy a-holes complain to you about how lousy your coffee is all day. And then capping it all off with the network going down the crapper and taking most of your files with it. )
Telling you how beautiful you look and how I couldn't think of anything all day except the moment that you would walk thru the door and we would finally be together again, as you sip your wine. Sliding my hand gently up your arm to your shoulder over your dove gray, cashmere cardigan ( You do have one of those. Don't you? ) as I move around behind you.
Begin with just the fingertips, gently massaging the tops of your shoulders in slow circles. ( Nice shoulders, soft cashmere, the way your hair smells, very nice view back here: you aren't the only one enjoying this! ) Very slowly working my way down and across you shoulders while increasing pressure and contact. Touching your neck only with my gaze....
There is no hurry here at all. No need to rush. You have only just begun enjoying your wine; pears, apricots and pineapples float across your palate with each sip. Your gentle sighs bring out a fleeting hint of buttery vanilla on the finish.
I feel you relaxing in my hands and smile. It's time to find those remaining spots of tension and remove them with extra attention; slow, gentle and rhythmic. As much as needed, until they are all gone. There. That's better.
I notice that your wine is almost gone. You hold the glass at an angle, any more and it will fall from your hand and shatter the moment. I know your eyes are closed, and your head tips forward slowly.
I move my hands down to your upper arms and squeeze reassuringly. Holding you as you stand before me completely relaxed. The cares of the day forgotten, only the two of us matter now.
"You're going to put me to sleep if you aren't careful", you whisper. I lean forward and kiss you gently on the nape of your neck. The soft hiss as you inhale suddenly, tells me that you are not asleep. Not asleep at all.....
Shall I pour you another glass of wine, my dear?
© spinmedown 2006
( post hacked and altered, corrected 2-15-06: Are you sure you want me to renew my membership, Hotmatch? I have always been a paying member. Please try to keep that in mind. )
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The Bends
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Posted:Jan 16, 2006 2:21 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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I ended a two year relationship four days ago.
I quit smoking three days ago.
You can only feel one pain at a time. The aching everywhere, shakes, chills, knots in the stomach, dizziness, sense of loss and need.
I'll blame these on the cigarettes for a while, just a short while. I can do that. I think it's allowed.
Maybe I surfaced too fast.
Too many deep breathes at once can mess you up for a while.
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