martes, 14 de octubre de 2008
martes, 7 de octubre de 2008
the blog police are hot on my trail
it seems that i can't talk about sex or drugs, even the light stuff on this blog- i guess if i were to write about guns and stuff, it woud be ok, but a little goo and everybody gets all bent out of shape- the blog police are reviewing theis sweet blog o' mine to determine if the content is inappropriate.
my solution will be to get my own domain and load my content onto a friends server- we'll call him Jyri.
my solution will be to get my own domain and load my content onto a friends server- we'll call him Jyri.
Linda, Miriam and Huggy Bear
I went to a flea market a few months ago, bored and looking for any reason to get out of the house, away from my estranged wife and set up my unwanted clothes and assorted items on a table and chat with every single chick that came down the stairs to where we were showing our items for sale. This was a key logistical consideration because I could see the ladies ankles and calves before the rest of them came into camera, shall we say, so I knew if there was one who had nice little legs, I could preen a little in the mirror, get ready and look casual, you know, disaffected before our eyes locked in a millisecond of passion and reckless abandon. It was ok.
The woman who set up next to me was a feisty little italian thing, I didn't get a good look at her because she didn't stop moving long enough and these little speedy ones make me all dizzy but she was with a really friendly huggy bear type guy and they were accompanied by this nutsy chick with a bi level haircut, dyed fucshia but only on one side- she seemed awfully pleased with herself, really funny, straightforward, essentially hilarious- I liked her style and her personality immediately.
I did a telephone close with her and a bit of a takeaway at the end and we started mailing. She sent me a pdf of herself, in which she explains that she is a conceptual performance artist- I got scared- I like my freaky chicks dumb and this one had brains to resell, but she acts like a DITZ, so I was having hot and cold flashes over this chick. She's thin as a rail but willowy and sexy in a Warhol Factory mets Cher kinda way, plus she doesn't mince words and her eyes are beautiful almond shaped brown bottomless pools of dark honey. Uh...yeah...she just moved back to Australia for a few months and we have been writing again after I ran into her on the street. She asked me why I stopped mailing and I was honest, she seemed just too out there and intelligent - the pdf she sent was full of 5 dollar words , and man, I don't even pretend to try and keep up with this performance art shit. You know, it's out of my league and if it's her life, I'd certainly want to be a good sounding board as a pal, a friend, a lover, whatever. I'll bet she's a millions laughs in the rack oh God.
We'll call her Linda, for the sake of convenience. So she mentioned that I should do a blog.
Maaaaan, the first time somebody suggested a blog was in 2002- I have been avoiding blogging for the past several years, it was just too personal - but I don't give a rat's ass anymore- so now i'm free, i don't have to hide my obsessions from anyone, least of all myself. it's the right time for a blog, plus, nuts like Linda fuel my fire, she mentioned that she saved her sms mssages and designed wallpaper with the wilder ones- someone sent her a message that went something like "I wanna drown in a sea of Linda's spunk", indeed- don't get me started- i have a lover these days who has discovered that she is multiorgasmic- i haven't had time to actually look up what that means, but if it means what i think it means, i hit the jackpot- all i ever think about is swishing it around in there and she's just as horny plus when I oprss the right buttons I have to wear a crah helmet and a fireproof suit because this oe just spiontaneously combusts. Poof, this woman is on fire- listen, i'm no sexual athlete believe me, so i'm the first one to actually step back and check myself after i spend a weekend in the saddle with a big one who can't get enough and i'm riding that filly into the sunset. She's a brilliant farm girl , she looks great, she smells great, she's warm and nurturing, a little rough, just the way i like it and her feet are gorgeous and she knows her way arond the bedroom, and kitchen, and livingroom, and hallway and balcony and the landing outside my flat! We are on a kind of mission, we are seeing how far our fantasies can take us and we are satisfying each other's fantasies. We call it "communication". She tells me that she has never had any action like this and I'm preety much discovering that I am a complete slave to her wonderful pussy. She's a complete sexual playmate and partner, a friend, a lover, a pal- an accomplice-what man could ask for anything more?
Well I wanted to get that little sexual footnote in because she has an excellent blog, funny as hell- she has a real dry sense of humor. She's not a big talker, but when she says something, I know she says what she means and means what she says, so I listen carefully and save the soundbite. Montse, I call her Munsie because that's what the name sounds like with an American accent. I get such a kick out her blog, and I hope you, dear reader get a kick out of mine.
So this business of a faceful of gravy is one that I can identify with hahaha. Sea of spunk indeed. I have to admit that the other night Montse, we'll call her Montse for the sake of convenience decided to reintroduce me to this famous 69 position, maybe you know it . She's on top jamming her jelly on my goatee basically when suddenly everything goes black and my ears started to feel like they were drenched and I was underwater- all I could hear is the siren's sweet enchanting song of ooh's and ahh's- plus she used to sing soprano and she still has the mellifluous tones and the chops, so it's a sensuous serenade every time Montse mounts my face!!! We're on a dry spell, she's got the kids this week and drops them off Thursday, so I'm resting up. She has completely taken over my sperm supply. I wanna screw around with others but she has my almost undivided attention. Aiiii...what to do....i'll have the eggs waiter ...yes, that's what I said, raw please.
The woman who set up next to me was a feisty little italian thing, I didn't get a good look at her because she didn't stop moving long enough and these little speedy ones make me all dizzy but she was with a really friendly huggy bear type guy and they were accompanied by this nutsy chick with a bi level haircut, dyed fucshia but only on one side- she seemed awfully pleased with herself, really funny, straightforward, essentially hilarious- I liked her style and her personality immediately.
I did a telephone close with her and a bit of a takeaway at the end and we started mailing. She sent me a pdf of herself, in which she explains that she is a conceptual performance artist- I got scared- I like my freaky chicks dumb and this one had brains to resell, but she acts like a DITZ, so I was having hot and cold flashes over this chick. She's thin as a rail but willowy and sexy in a Warhol Factory mets Cher kinda way, plus she doesn't mince words and her eyes are beautiful almond shaped brown bottomless pools of dark honey. Uh...yeah...she just moved back to Australia for a few months and we have been writing again after I ran into her on the street. She asked me why I stopped mailing and I was honest, she seemed just too out there and intelligent - the pdf she sent was full of 5 dollar words , and man, I don't even pretend to try and keep up with this performance art shit. You know, it's out of my league and if it's her life, I'd certainly want to be a good sounding board as a pal, a friend, a lover, whatever. I'll bet she's a millions laughs in the rack oh God.
We'll call her Linda, for the sake of convenience. So she mentioned that I should do a blog.
Maaaaan, the first time somebody suggested a blog was in 2002- I have been avoiding blogging for the past several years, it was just too personal - but I don't give a rat's ass anymore- so now i'm free, i don't have to hide my obsessions from anyone, least of all myself. it's the right time for a blog, plus, nuts like Linda fuel my fire, she mentioned that she saved her sms mssages and designed wallpaper with the wilder ones- someone sent her a message that went something like "I wanna drown in a sea of Linda's spunk", indeed- don't get me started- i have a lover these days who has discovered that she is multiorgasmic- i haven't had time to actually look up what that means, but if it means what i think it means, i hit the jackpot- all i ever think about is swishing it around in there and she's just as horny plus when I oprss the right buttons I have to wear a crah helmet and a fireproof suit because this oe just spiontaneously combusts. Poof, this woman is on fire- listen, i'm no sexual athlete believe me, so i'm the first one to actually step back and check myself after i spend a weekend in the saddle with a big one who can't get enough and i'm riding that filly into the sunset. She's a brilliant farm girl , she looks great, she smells great, she's warm and nurturing, a little rough, just the way i like it and her feet are gorgeous and she knows her way arond the bedroom, and kitchen, and livingroom, and hallway and balcony and the landing outside my flat! We are on a kind of mission, we are seeing how far our fantasies can take us and we are satisfying each other's fantasies. We call it "communication". She tells me that she has never had any action like this and I'm preety much discovering that I am a complete slave to her wonderful pussy. She's a complete sexual playmate and partner, a friend, a lover, a pal- an accomplice-what man could ask for anything more?
Well I wanted to get that little sexual footnote in because she has an excellent blog, funny as hell- she has a real dry sense of humor. She's not a big talker, but when she says something, I know she says what she means and means what she says, so I listen carefully and save the soundbite. Montse, I call her Munsie because that's what the name sounds like with an American accent. I get such a kick out her blog, and I hope you, dear reader get a kick out of mine.
So this business of a faceful of gravy is one that I can identify with hahaha. Sea of spunk indeed. I have to admit that the other night Montse, we'll call her Montse for the sake of convenience decided to reintroduce me to this famous 69 position, maybe you know it . She's on top jamming her jelly on my goatee basically when suddenly everything goes black and my ears started to feel like they were drenched and I was underwater- all I could hear is the siren's sweet enchanting song of ooh's and ahh's- plus she used to sing soprano and she still has the mellifluous tones and the chops, so it's a sensuous serenade every time Montse mounts my face!!! We're on a dry spell, she's got the kids this week and drops them off Thursday, so I'm resting up. She has completely taken over my sperm supply. I wanna screw around with others but she has my almost undivided attention. Aiiii...what to do....i'll have the eggs waiter ...yes, that's what I said, raw please.
lunes, 6 de octubre de 2008
slow day at the beach, cock blocking fairies
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finnish berry vodka recipe
2kg- berries
1 kg- processed crappy white sugar
4 bottles of Smirnoff or any crap vodka
place everything in a large plastic bottle- like the big water bottles, 8 liters is good.
Wait at least one month for the stuff to macerate.
Pour out some in a shotglass with Jyri
Wait for effect.
Govern self accordingly.
1 kg- processed crappy white sugar
4 bottles of Smirnoff or any crap vodka
place everything in a large plastic bottle- like the big water bottles, 8 liters is good.
Wait at least one month for the stuff to macerate.
Pour out some in a shotglass with Jyri
Wait for effect.
Govern self accordingly.
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