Tuesday 26 April 2011

            a little slice of...
Without a single word, she singled him out. An alcohol induced lack of inhibition brought her upon him. She was young. And wanting. Mutual appreciation followed. In these moments, attraction is, after all, everything. Mouths locked. No space for air. Hands searching. A public display of note. For those paying attention. Such a pleasure to meet you. She’s all eyes.. and lips.. pulls his hand onto her tits. Ample, and real. In turn he makes her feel the impact of her actions. His reaction. Now she knows. No turning back. To the bathroom they go. To fuck..

Saturday 23 April 2011


                    Oh to be the lodgers son..
                         i'd pay my way..
                          i'd make myself available, accessible.. useful even.
                              It's just a bed right?
Choice Cuts... #3
listen to
'Flamenco' by the Tragically Hip

Does it diminish your
super-capacity to love

Walk like a matador,
don't be chicken-shit
and turn breezes into rivulets

flamenco-sweep the air
and weave the sun
and stamp your feet for everyone

Does it exhibit your
natural tendency to hate

Maybe a prostitute
could teach you
how to take a compliment

maybe I'll go to New York,
I'll drag you there
you said, "no one drags me
anywhere"

Does it diminish your
super-capacity to love

(and then try telling me you got nothing from that)

Wednesday 20 April 2011

listen to the man.... #2

"Freedom is a road seldom travelled by the multitude"
Harvey 'Joe' Henderson
legendary saxophonist

Monday 18 April 2011

Sometimes, all I really crave.. is to be totally dominated in such a way as this.     A little assphyxiation... goes a hell of a long way.

Thursday 14 April 2011

Choice Cuts #3

'Human'  
by the Cinematics..
a cracking 4 piece out of Glasgow. Their debut album 'a strange eduction' is an absolute ball tearer, (imho).
Imaginectomy
part ii

As  my sexual awakening continued, i discovered the power of imagination.  I also discovered that at a young age, looks weren’t so important. It was about what felt right. My innocence did not concern itself with style.. it leant more toward the content.  I had my share of flirtatious encounters. Spent some hurried moments in bathrooms at parties, going at it with girlfriends who wanted to explore as much as i did. These were never going to endure.. but i remember them ever so clearly.. and they left such a sweet taste in the mouth. Getting drunk or high or both with friends, making eyes with a girl who i loved mostly as a friend, and heading off into the bushes to indulge eachother with naked exposure and oral sex, this was a favourite past time. We didn’t have to go down the long road. We didn’t even need to fuck. Just play, and let the imagination take over. Particularly after getting home the next day.. or whenever that was. 
After several, lets call them rendezvous’ things started to get substantially more serious. Girls started wanting to screw. So did I, but I wasn’t all that sure if i wanted what came with it. ie: the C word. Sure enough though, it wasn’t long before a girl friend and i started getting pretty hot and heavy. It was time. No longer could i just muck around with lustful experimentations. It was time for some dick in hole.. and I’m not talking about a honeydew melon warmed in the microwave with a hole cut in it. No way.
I was not quite 16. She was. I recall going around to her house. It was a Friday. Her folks were out. We ran a bath. And for the first time, terribly sober, we purposefully stripped, in the light, and hopped into the warm bubbles. We sat facing eachother at opposite ends and nattered about all sorts of things.. as kids do. I massaged one of her feet and she used the other to massage my member. At that age, even the thought of my girl touching my dick made it immensely hard. She loved it, such power. It wasn’t the first time she’d had it on her person in some way.. but it had never made it inside her.. not down there.. not yet. We spoke about our dreams, our imaginings, i let her know that i’d spent many hours imagining her, us, locked in the throws. I told her how much i wanted her, and how much she meant to me. She was touched. She pulled me toward her, asked me to kiss her. I positioned myself between her legs. I kissed her breasts.. she was blessed with large, pert, natural boobs with sizeable areola and nipples to match. She breathed heavily and pulled me down onto her. We kissed deeply. It was such a memorable embrace. I remember trying to keep my loins away from her.. as long as i could. As our embrace grew deeper.. i was drawn closer. Without even trying, the swollen crown of my cock found her open lips and nudged its way in, effortlessly. It felt fucking amazing. A different world. She gasped. We stopped kissing momentarily. Looked deep into eachothers eyes and kind of right then decided that this was it. We needed to fuck. I pushed in a little further and she gasped again.. exclaiming some religious jargon.
Lets go to bed.
We hastily removed ourselves from the bath and didn’t bother to towel down. Her room was on the top level of the house, under the corrugated iron roof. She took me there. We kissed some more, and she lay down on the bed.. the time for imagining was over. A summer storm was on its way, lightening and thunder crackled, but the real electricity was coursing through my body. I paused at her bed side, scarcely believing that this was it. She looked beautiful. She was beautiful. She reached out with both hands, and dragged me down by my hard-on. I put my fingers on her,  she was super slippery. No need for the oral that she adored. She was pulling at my cock with a certain fervour. We kissed. I lay down on top of her, and she guided my member in, no messing about. As slow as i could bare,  i pushed it in.. filling her up beyond belief. She said as much. We started to move. And the feeling was sublime. The storm came and the sound of the rain would have been nigh on deafening.. but all i could hear was her.. breathing.. moaning.. gasping.. and begging me to fuck her. I did what any gentleman would, and obliged. Those many hours spent masturbating served me well.. because i lasted till well after her climax, although i hardly knew she was cumming. I just thought she was enjoying herself.
 Then came my turn. That first, enormous, body crippling explosion, deep inside her was like heaven, hell and purgatory all rolled up into one.. so good it hurt. Again and again we made love. Through the storm. We varied our positions only a few times.. we were young.. whatever we did though, felt sensational. And for a moment, my imagination seemed redundant. If this feeling is what i had been missing.. times had to change. And from that moment on, things were never the same.
End Part II

Tuesday 12 April 2011

   Choice Butts...#1      
things that make me go mmmm..
i absolutely adore the female form.. and even if i tried, i couldn't say which part i liked the most, particularly since every single one is so unique.
this particular specimen pretty much had it all.. and as she walked past me i couldn't help but drool a little.. before scrambling for my happy snap.
she certainly wasn't in possession of anything that i wouldn't happily devour... and so she becomes my first Choice Butt entry.
if only i knew her name i could credit her splendid back. 
Letter to a pretty girl...
part I

Dear Karli

You have the hottest arse I've ever layed eyes on.

Sincerely yours

A
Currently reading..

Time Was Soft There A MEMOIR
by Jeremy Mercer

A fabulous meandering through contemporary Paris, set in and around the infamous bookstore.. Shakespeare & Co.
a little slice of me..