Monday 15 August 2011

Choice Cuts #9..

'Somebody That I Used To Know'
by
Gotye - featuring Kimbra
For anyone out there going through a separation, of sorts.. check out this piece of beautiful harmonising.. Words with which you may well have an affinity. It may touch a few nerves, it may help, it may hurt, but it will definitely raise the hairs on the back of your neck.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UVNT4wvIGY

Sunday 7 August 2011

The simple things in life..

I work hard. Too hard some would tell you. But that allows me the luxury to take that same ethos and apply it to all aspects of my life. It’s only fair. When vacation time rolls around (so close I can almost touch it) there are certain things I want and need from my destination. I travel. It’s my passion, my addiction, as important to me as the air I breathe. I travel for many reasons, but mostly just to experience and immerse myself in a culture other than my own. Although, exactly what my culture is, could right now be brought into question.  But I digress. There is nothing better, than waking up, somewhere warm.. somewhere exotic.. to the sound of birdlife.. and the smell of the ocean.. or the forest.. or the jungle.. Nature. Naked. I turn to see the delicate form of my lover. Her luscious womanly curves, draped only in a thin cotton sheet, revealed to me in the early morning light as I gently pull back the film.. and unwrap my morning treat. I trace her lines with featherlight strokes. She stirs. I follow her curves with fingertips.. circling those spots I know she enjoys most.. she responds.. To hear the sighs that pass her lips in these moments gives me the greatest of pleasure. I move in a little closer. She presents herself a little more. Adjusts her leg ever so slightly. Allowing me access, if I so please. There can be no better way than this to start the day, I think to myself. She knows I am hard. From time to time the pulse of my cock taps her on the back. She knows what’s coming. I let time pass, and the anticipation build. Her shoulders, her back, her bottom, I marvel at these things. I breathe a whisper of lustful intent across the back of her neck, and run my fingers through her hair. I know she’s wet. I can smell her want from where I lay, and as I brush a knuckle over her, I feel the slick outline of her swollen lips.. opened.. waiting. Her release, her pleasure, her moans, amplify with the weight of application, as my fingers gently search her saturated folds. To experience one so responsive to my touch is the ultimate aphrodisiac. She presses back into me.. she pushes down onto me. And reaches around to grab my now throbbing dick. She looks over her shoulder finds my gaze and pleads, so sweetly “Fuck me”.
Most of the time, I’m a gentleman. So I oblige. And there can be nothing better... Although, the purpose of this post was to describe my ideal holiday morning. What it entails, is exactly the above.. followed by a cool shower.. and breakfast. On this morning, and most, I want fruit. And no-where does fruit like Southeast Asia. The tropical stuff. With lashings of natural yoghurt (the local stuff, not this Danone shite), brought to the balcony of our bungalow by a beautiful woman wrapped in colourful tribal garb with a frangipani behind one ear.
I am a simple man, and these are my simple pleasures.
Jungle breakfast somewhere on the border of Thailand and Myanmar

Thursday 4 August 2011

an extra slice of bhp..
       From afar I watch and marvel at your form, your manner, your grace.
                   With splendid visions of filth and degradation, I wonder,
                                           what.. would.. it.. take..?

An excercise in Acceptance

No longer circumscribed by security nor comfort,
No longer bound by hope, or its successor, approval.
This vicious cyclic life has run its course
And brought me once again to this place, this precipice,
the point of no return.
And I give in, to the fear, the uncertainty, to the yearning;
This remorse can no longer use my heart for burning.
It's time to go.
I know for this she wishes so, with every fibre, with all her being.
It isn't me.

Love,  lets love be.
                                                                                                                                                                                 
Listen to the Woman..

'Theres a time and place for everything'... that's what my mum always says.
And you know what.. I couldn't agree more.
Although I doubt she would apply it in the following context.
And that's a good thing.
Group Sex In Public
Could there be a more splendid way to spend the afternoon on a warm summers day?
Pray tell..
choice butts...                                                          
she loves it from behind
the way his hands clamp around her hips
the rythmic patter of heavy balls lapping at her sodden, swollen cunt
the unearthly depths he plunders with each purposeful thrust
and best of all
the stream of hot seed shot up her spine, spilled on her flushed cheeks.
Hi Rotation..

The English Riviera
new album
by
Metronomy
an opulent dreamspace filled oh so adequately by this 4 piece out of Devon.
try before you buy... theres no need!