tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23935515515583374252024-02-06T19:01:12.904-08:00Both Hands Pleasepurveyor of smut and social commentaryboth.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-44999482567441057282015-08-22T12:19:00.001-07:002015-08-22T12:19:23.464-07:00A New Toy!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I've shared so little of late.. So, to inform you of my ongoing existence, I thought I'd show you my new toy. I'm well pleased with it's results.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">What do you think dear readers? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Would you?</span>both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-41594594804978225262014-10-28T13:06:00.000-07:002014-10-28T13:06:24.880-07:00<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Fax","serif";">You have been
the anchor.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Fax","serif";">That which
keeps me moored.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Fax","serif";">Though tides
and wakes relentless break upon my shores</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Fax","serif";">and swirl
forebodingly around the sun</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Fax","serif";">it’s this
desire for you that crests</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Fax","serif";">forever out
of reach</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Fax","serif";">but always in
my view.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Fax","serif";">Timeless</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Fax","serif";">and more.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Lucida Fax","serif";">You.</span></div>
both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-47574008921760078472014-05-24T07:45:00.000-07:002014-05-24T07:45:34.882-07:00<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>Hiatus</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">So, if you've been following this page for more than a year, you'll know that I tend to drop off the radar more often than not. I wish I could blame my idle hands for that. But it's quite the opposite.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">You'll also be aware that I tend to come back with a slice of filth in order to appease and apologise. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">This time will be no different. I offer no excuses. It just is.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">If you care to place yourself beside me for a moment...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">this picture was taken during the course of an epic 11 hour drive on my recent holiday.. I got particularly aroused, for no particular reason. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">It was 41* and I needed some relief. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I really do wish you could have been there!</span></div>
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both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-41684092595841180802014-02-25T08:53:00.006-08:002014-02-25T08:53:51.829-08:00<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>choice cuts #24...</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">'Haters'</span><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">by</span></i><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>LAW </b></span><br />
<i><b>(Lauren Holt)</b></i><br />
A refreshingly innovative fusion of soul and hip hop the likes of which you are yet to hear, melting effortlessly into your eardrums. This girl has a voice, really has a voice. If you fancy a bit of trip-hop this will move you. Her debut EP is out for free download on soundcloud. A fascinating, entirely hypnotic live performer to boot.<br />
Her previous single 'Hustle' is also brilliant. Listen.both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-80813435113666440682014-02-09T09:03:00.002-08:002014-02-09T09:06:00.733-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i>i swear we are connected!</i></b></div>
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<b><i>i was dreaming about you last night</i></b></div>
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<b><i>strange dreams of water seeping through walls..</i></b></div>
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<b><i>piercing heat..</i></b></div>
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<b><i>oral sex, languid</i></b></div>
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<b><i>on a creaking bed</i></b></div>
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<b><i>and bottles of pills.</i></b></div>
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<b><i>we were travelling, i don't know where.</i></b></div>
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<b><i>it was all shutter vision</i></b></div>
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<b><i>comic strip style</i></b></div>
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<b><i>at one point, she walked in the room</i></b></div>
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<b><i>contributing ribbons and breasts to an already lavish orgy.</i></b></div>
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<b><i>who knows, perhaps i was tuning in to your drunken fantasy</i></b></div>
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<b><i>through the ether,</i></b></div>
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<b><i>your delicate </i></b></div>
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<b><i>furtive touch</i></b></div>
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<b><i>from across the oceans,</i></b></div>
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<b><i>shackling me.</i></b></div>
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<b><i>yes.</i></b></div>
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<b><i>i'd like to see you too</i></b></div>
both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-31273361705990934982014-01-27T00:29:00.004-08:002014-01-27T00:31:02.890-08:00<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><b>2013.....</b> </span><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">ear to the ground</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></b></i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ok.. so I'm decidedly late this time around, however, these here are my lists of top albums and tunes that have influenced and altered my state over the past 12 months. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Music (along with 'the road') is life. It's my constant companion. Surprisingly enough though, </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I don't own a pair of headphones. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Music is everywhere and I want to hear it. The louder the better.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If but one of you finds a skerrick of love for any or all of the below, then I'll be happy in the knowledge that we share a passion. And I urge you to indulge along with me, at will.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In no particular order, these are my favourite recent offerings:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - <i>Push the Sky Away </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Probably the greatest Alt Rock outfit that ever came out of Oz, perhaps even the planet. The overlord of darkness at his poetic finest, lead along merrily by the never ending enthusiasm of Mr.Ellis and the rest of the mad, bad bunch.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>Factory Floor - <i>Factory Floor</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Smashing debut album that skirts around descriptions; this London trio knock out one of the most compelling, non-stop live shows I've ever had the privilege to witness. Dark, thumping beats & experimental noise that sends one back to the cradle. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>Nadine Shah - <i>Love Your Dum & Mad</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Haunting and punchy themes are tackled by this Northern lass, singer/songwriter. Nadines voice alone has the chilling ability to reach inside, indiscriminately, and rip at anything it lays its gravelly tones upon. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>Thee Oh Sees - <i>Floating Coffin</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Straight outta San Fran, yet another offering from perhaps the most prolific band in recent history. And they keep getting better. Rock at its psychedelic and punk best. One of the most memorable shows of 2013 without doubt.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>La Femme - <i>Psycho Tropical Berlin</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Cold wave, synth heavy psychedelica out of France that transports you to warmer climes in order to invoke Hui and trip haphazardly along an endless summer. Live show coming up = happy bhp.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>PVT - <i>Homosapien</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">A superbly thoughtful and at times experimental offering from the Aussie rock trio now calling London home. The new direction works more than favourably from go to whoa, these lads have firmly found their feet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><b><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Major Lazer - <i>Free the Universe</i></span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The latest sublimely eclectic body of collaborative work from master Diplo et al. From reggae through ragga to dub step and beyond. Featuring probably my fave track of the year 'Get Free'. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>London Grammar - <i>If You Wait</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">A sensuous and brooding debut; Mellow and painfully beautiful trip-pop masterpiece that deserves a place in pretty much everyones music library. Good when alone, for driving, crying, and inspiring.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>Savages<i> - Silence Yourself</i><i></i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Debut offering from this all female rock quartet. A sometimes dark and disassociative body of work. Intense. Intelligent and pretty much lawless. Patti meets Siouxsie and go tripping together.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>Arctic Monkeys - <i>AM</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Probably the best album release yet from the Sheffield lads. And that says about all it needs to. Indie rock legend status confirmed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And now for a top ten track listing.... as usual I'll venture outside the above albums and their myriad of truly killer tracks in an attempt to bring another 10 artists into my loving light.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Again in no particular order:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><i><b>A Tooth For An Eye</b></i> </span><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">by</span><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"> The Knife </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- <span style="font-size: x-small;">trip-tronica at its experimental best. only in Sweden!!</span> </span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><i><b>What's Holding You</b></i> </span><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">by Lorelle Meets the Obsolete</span><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- <span style="font-size: x-small;">chunky, driving, psychedelica outta Mexico! Brilliant.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><i><b>Chum</b></i><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </span> </span><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">by</span><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"> Earl Sweatshirt </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- <span style="font-size: x-small;">choicest of cuts off his latest collaborative hip hop album</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><i><b>My God is the Sun</b></i> </span><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">by</span><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Queens of the Stone Age</span><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- <span style="font-size: x-small;">stellar tune from the lads has got to be right up there.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Stimulation</b></i></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span>by<span style="font-size: large;"> Disclosure</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- <span style="font-size: x-small;">one of the phattest tunes off their debut album. if you like beats. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Off & On</b></i></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span>by<span style="font-size: large;"> Findlay</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- <span style="font-size: x-small;">raw but beltingly good garage rock at its less than 3 minute best</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Out of the Black</b></i></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span>by<span style="font-size: large;"> Royal Blood</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- <span style="font-size: x-small;">powerful and grimey sound out of this Brighton duo</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Drone Logic</b></i></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span>by<span style="font-size: large;"> Daniel Avery</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- <span style="font-size: x-small;">it's like underworld shagged trentemoller</span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">..</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Mozart's House</i></span> </b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span>by<span style="font-size: large;"> Clean Bandit</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- <span style="font-size: x-small;">another fresh and quirky stonker from the london fringes.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Way I Feel</i></span> </b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span>by<span style="font-size: large;"> Palace</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- <span style="font-size: x-small;">killer tune on high rotation at my gaf; distorted disco to move your bod.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">These are the cream of the records that helped shape my year, 2013. Overall, I thought it was an outstanding year for releases. I'll be nodding my head, shuffling my feet, and throwing down shapes to this lot for a long time yet. Enjoy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> <b><i>art by: ears</i></b></span>both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-54984741874931165132013-10-24T19:58:00.000-07:002013-10-24T19:58:40.145-07:00<h2>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"><i>...after nipping off to my bedroom to furiously rub one out following some </i></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 27px;"><i>scintillating conversation with an incredibly gorgeous applicant for the spare room in our house, i couldn't help but notice and then fixate on, the shadow play upon my wall. i wish i could have held the camera still for the money shot, however i'm afraid my control doesn't stretch that far. i guess you had to be there...</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; line-height: 115%;">As I navigate the adverse camber of a solitary
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; line-height: 115%;">and traverse the frosty crags of glacial failings and loves lost</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; line-height: 115%;">a slow perpetual degradation leads me to a familiar, far reaching understanding.. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; line-height: 115%;">whose classrooms fill to
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif; line-height: 115%;">As surely as springs melt finds its way to
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; line-height: 115%;">a fleeting glimpse at mirrors bevelled edge reveals </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; line-height: 115%;">....the fool in me.</span></div>
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both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-8667075761519333542013-10-11T20:16:00.001-07:002013-10-11T20:21:36.928-07:00<span style="font-family: Rockwell, serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: large;"><i>BH.Plugs....</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Rockwell, serif;">If you’ve ever
spent a lazy afternoon wandering around the east end of London you would have
no doubt marvelled at the prevalence of some high quality street art. Yes there
is plenty of mindless dross and naff tags, but you don’t have to search far or
wide to be rewarded.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell, serif;">You do however,
need to look closely and most often down, if you want to spy some of the
extraordinary work of Senor Delgado</span><span style="font-family: Rockwell, serif;">. A
prolific paste-up artist brought to London’s grimy streets from the blazing
colour and sunshine of Mexico.</span></span></div>
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appreciate his craft you need to get low to the ground, because Pablos creations
are miniature in stature but epic in substance. Often satirical, symbolic and
reflective of mankinds impact in and on the planet, his pieces quite joyously tread
on the toes of surrealism, and dabble in the darker recesses. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-family: Rockwell, serif;">In a world
where bigger is better, more is de rigueur, where gigabytes are giving way to
terabytes,</span><span style="font-family: Rockwell, serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Rockwell, serif;">Delgado is seriously bucking
the trend and reminding us all of our place in the world, as drops in the
ocean, none more valuable than any other, pearls one and all.</span></span></div>
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We are too many in the world and that small size is the opposite of the stupid
necessities and immense resources that we use. And we need to be discreet”</span><span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></strong></div>
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this artist within its community. Not only does he reward the curiously
observant with some colour and sunshine in an otherwise dreary landscape, but
his tiny works promote much grander concepts.. his commentary as relevant to
the individual as they are to the entire city.</span></strong></div>
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both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-47385161356640498812013-10-10T09:42:00.002-07:002013-10-18T10:02:35.697-07:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: 'Script MT Bold'; font-size: 13.5pt;">this is my
xmas present..</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Script MT Bold'; font-size: 13.5pt;">only the big fella himself knows what i've done to deserve such
finery..</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Script MT Bold'; font-size: 13.5pt;">only the big guy can answer prayers with this degree of
precision..<br />
so thank you in advance Santa, you have most definitely made my year..</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Script MT Bold'; font-size: 13.5pt;">now.. all i have to do is get to her.</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-15562868682257806872013-10-01T21:23:00.001-07:002013-10-10T21:29:14.920-07:00<span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Foreign
Bodies</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">Camille
liked her wine. She didn’t savour it though. I melted into the armchair as she
went about describing the wine, it’s body, palate and finish, as if in some
past life she was a sommelier in a Michelin starred bistro. But she devoured it
with far too much gusto. Fortunately her bar was well stocked. We spent some
hours drinking the fine stuff, hours that rattled by, filled with the most stimulating
conversation. We shared many interests. We discussed our travels (hers
predominantly), distant cultures, geopolitics, the natural history of my
homeland (which she was most interested in), immigration and the outlook for
the new E.U entity. I can only imagine her husband would have been as
intelligent and engaging in discussion as she. I imagined them sat in this very
intimate space, dissecting the days news over a bottle or two of Bordeaux’s
finest 89 vintage. Debating fiercely their own views before embracing their
differences and retreating to the bedroom for some kind of dirty sex. Perhaps
with Camille at the window sill offering up her behind. This is how I pictured
her world. And I was intrigued. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">Camille
turned out a delicate platter of cheese and fruit to accompany the wine, but it
didn’t help prevent me from getting quite drunk. A heady, rosy cheeked red wine
drunk. Generally a good thing. But on this night instead of relaxing my
inhibitions, for some reason it deepened them. Although I had had a skin-full,
there was a piqued wariness that, for some reason I just couldn’t shake. Of course
it didn’t stop me from enjoying the night, or the magnificent company Camille
provided. Nor could it diminish the feeling of sexual tension in the room. Ever
since the episode in the bath, Camille knew she had the ability to flick the on
switch, and I in turn was well aware that despite my protest, the sexual
prowess of this woman had infiltrated my conscious and ignited a carnal instinct.
Almost effortlessly. With but a stroke of the hand. This could get messy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">Camille
continued to quaff her vino and her impeccable English became less so. The
pitched down hybrid language that she spoke was certainly no less attractive,
just slightly more difficult to pick up. And my powers of concentration were
waning. Although I fought the sensation for another topic or two, it was time
for bed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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suggested to Camille that I was terribly exhausted and in dire need of the bed.
She agreed, saying that we were perhaps already past this point and overdue. I
hadn’t detected the nuance in Camille’s statement or manner. As she devoured
the last of her wine I removed the remnants of platter and my own empty glass
to the kitchen. Camille told me not to concern myself with any cleaning. I
fetched myself a glass of water and with as much panache as I could muster,
staggered toward the bedroom. I pointed to the obviously unoccupied side of the
room and it’s single bed, asking if that was mine for the night. Camille nodded
a <i>oui</i>. I didn’t need any further
information than this. I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into the
heavenly comfort of a soft pillowed warmth that had escaped me for, what now
seemed, a minor age. A blissful security swept through me as I curled into a
ball. Instinct dictated that I face out, with my back to the wall so as to
survey the scene. I couldn’t see Camille from where I lay, but I heard her make
her way down the hall to the bathroom. In her absence the room was, for the
first time, deathly quiet. I surveyed the scene with an edge gilded curiosity.
There was actually very little that spoke of human habitation here. Nothing on the
floor. Nothing on the walls. Against one wall, in the middle of the room was a
chest of drawers, beside it, near the foot of my bed a wardrobe. There was
nothing on top of the drawers other than a couple of books. No mirror, no
make-up, brush, box of tricks, nothing. At the foot of Camille’s bed was a
small table with the only light source, a lamp, perched on a lace doily at its
centre. There was nothing on the table except what looked like, and after
focussing intently was confirmed as, a spent condom. Obviously fresh, full, and
undisposed of. A substantial horror penetrated my silent sanctuary and I curled
tighter into a ball. As if on cue, Camille returned and latched the front door
behind her. I listened to what sounded like the fumbling open of pill bottles
in the kitchen and then the tap. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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lights went out, the only remaining light was that which illuminated the rubber
full of some strangers army, on which I couldn't help but fixate. My corner of
the room was bathed in an unsettling darkness. Camille breezed past me and into
view. She stood at the drawers and began to undress. Her backlit form provided
me a welcome distraction. She first removed her earrings and then proceeded to
unzip her full length skirt, shimmying it over the now obvious curve of her
hips. It fell in a pool at her feet and I couldn’t help but admire her bare
legs as they kicked out at the cloth, consigning it to a corner by the
wardrobe. Camille possessed an air of grace even in inebriation. Her attention
then turned to the polka dot blouse and although I felt I shouldn’t, I found it
impossible not to stare at her in a throaty anticipation. Her actions, all
consuming, had the associated effect on my manhood. It grew rapidly. I remained
tucked in my ball, but the tiredness I felt had evaporated. I was now
experiencing other drunken sensations, drunk on my own fantasy, reminded of the
many times I’d spied on my neighbours, through gauzy lace or cracks in the
curtains, personal moments of theirs I’d infiltrated, as they readied for bed
or perhaps the shower, occasionally I’d seen acts of self love, and marital
fucking. But now, right here, my perversion played out in the very same space
that I occupied, and I could scarcely believe my eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">Camille
peeled away her blouse, revealing the outline of a curvaceous vixen, cupped and
clad in a dark matching set of under garments. She moved to the wardrobe and
fetched a hanger from inside and hooked the blouse on the wardrobe knob. She
then turned to face me and, fearing I’d been busted staring, I half closed my
eyes, not wanting the interaction but maintaining a devious blurry fix on
Camille as she stripped. My heart was beating loudly in my ears as Camille
reached around to unclip her bra. As it fell off her shoulders she revealed an
ample chest which although once would have stood proud, now relaxed under the gloriously gentle yet persistent force of gravity, with beautifully natural effect. She
possessed the kind of bosom that one could dive into and get lost in. Her
nipples peaking splendidly within darkish, highball sized areolae. The kind of
breasts that I just wanted to grab.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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hooked the bra over the same wardrobe knob and moved back to the drawers.
Turning to face the lamp she then noticed the used rubber and swiftly leant over
to brush it from view. It either landed in a bin out of sight, or on the
carpet. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">Regardless, it was too late. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Camille ushered me to the bathroom, which was communal to the 3
flats on the level. It was an overly large vacuous space, polished white and
black tiles on the floor, multiple chrome heated towel racks, with a large
ornate venetian cut glass mirror positioned above two deep porcelain basins.
All fittings were polished chrome. In the corner of the room was the bathtub.
One of those beautiful, deep, wrought iron claw-foot jobs, the sort that would
easily accommodate an amorous couple. In the opposite corner was the loo, with
a flush chain that reached up into the ceiling. Last light spilled through
exterior shutters and gave the room a regal, golden glow. I could well have
been dreaming. Camille ran the bath and told me to take as much time as I
wished, she would be down the hall. I studied myself in the mirror and drifted
away from any self-conscious thoughts as the water steamed and bubbled behind
me. This would feel so good.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I realised I hadn’t a towel and ventured back down the hall asking
Camille if she would kindly lend me one, which she did. I closed the bathroom
door behind me, searching for a latch of some sort, that didn’t exist. Strange!
The bath rose wonderfully and beckoned me in. I removed my clothes and left
them in a pool on the cool tiles, vowing to wash them at the earliest
opportunity, my wardrobe wasn’t extensive.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">There’s few explicitly luxurious feelings that can match that
first foray of toes and feet into a hot bath. The sensations, multiplied over
the period of time since my last bath, made my skin crawl and itch. The water
was hot. The hardest part of getting into a bath for this man, is the dipping
of the balls. Allowing them to hit the steaming pond is a trial unto itself.
Once in though, they regulate quickly, radiating warmth and a low density
euphoria. Inside the bath, I felt the world of my troubles steadily dissipate
and, after some minutes vanish completely. In this place, I needn’t be
bothered, I needn’t have concern, I was safe. If I wasn’t so enthralled in my
situation I might have shed a few tears. Of equal parts elation and despair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I began to scrub the streets from my body, stripping back to the
pale white skin for which I have my mother to thank. And then without warning,
Camille walked through the door. She carried with her a chair, and in the other
hand an ashtray. I was startled and brought my knees to my chest. Camille spoke
in her intoxicating tones, asking me not to mind her presence. She placed the
chair at the foot of the bath and returned to close the door. I wasn’t sure
what to do. Camille perched herself on the chair and pleaded with me to carry
on. She removed an oversized Stuyvesant from its packet and rolled it with
expert fingers before placing it between her lips. Not for the first time did I
notice that Camille wasn’t an unattractive woman, with very appealing features.
I continued with my bathing, albeit a little shyly. I concentrated on lathering
my legs and feet. I wasn’t watching, but I could hear Camille drawing deeply on
her cigarette, and exhaling with just as much purpose. I felt as if under a
spotlight, but it wasn’t unpleasant. I soaped my way up my legs before
inevitably landing at their apex. I massaged the suds into my crevices, my
balls and cock. I felt Camille’s gaze as it followed my hands. She then queried
whether all my fellow countrymen were like me. In what way? Tall, long hair,
rugged looking. I told her how diverse my homeland was and gave her a snapshot
of society there. She spoke very little other than to affirm her understanding.
She smoked and watched my hands, occasionally smiling. At this point I became
very comfortable with her presence. I didn’t know what, if anything was
happening, but I didn’t object. I soaped my torso and arms, paying special
attention to my pits and then my nails. Camille then offered to wash my hair
for me. I declined, my locks were not to be wet, let alone shampooed. She
protested that I must shampoo my hair but I wouldn’t budge. She stood up and
approached the side of the bath. I told her again the hair was not for washing.
She offered then to at least wash my back, the parts I couldn’t reach. I was a
touch dubious of her intentions but wasn’t prepared to pass up a back scrub. I
succumbed. Camille knelt by my side and soaped a sponge. She put one hand on my
shoulder and swept warm sudsy water up my back. She didn’t scrub as much as
stroke. She spent considerable time on each shoulder, leaning into me to reach
my far side. In close I could smell the alcohol on her person, even over the
cigarettes. But it wasn’t offensive. On the contrary, I was finding her
attentions somewhat arousing and panicked a little when a rush of blood flooded
into my cock. I wasn’t expecting it, however Camille was pushing some buttons.
I tried to hide the fact. Camille carried on with her sponging and I couldn’t
hold back my hard-on. This wasn’t lost on Camille. I could only see her out of
the corner of my eye, but I knew she was watching my struggle. She expelled a
breathy smile, audibly. You shouldn’t be ashamed she said, meltingly with
accent. I was a little, I was hard as and unable to hide it. Camille continued
to swab my back and neck, it felt good, deliriously so. Camille then let her
hand slip off my shoulder, tracing down over my rib cage and tummy she them
wrapped her hand around the head of my dick, squeezing. I startled and pushed
her hand away. My cock jolted. You shouldn’t be ashamed she repeated, before
returning to her seat, you have a beautiful cock. I wasn’t prepared for any of
this. My naivety and inexperience painted me red in the cheeks. I tucked myself
into a ball. Camille looked me in the eye. In her pupils I saw an inky black
darkness, the bottomless depths of her recent sorrow, complete and confounding,
without escape. Through her eyes poured the essence and soul of the confident
and accomplished woman who once was, not long ago. But she that sat before me
now, looking right through me, was just a shell. I did feel ashamed. If you
don’t mind I’d like to get out now. She didn’t mind, she remained silent,
motioned to a towel and removed herself and the chair from the room. The
ashtray remained precariously balanced on the edge of the bath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">My hard-on deflated slowly as I dried myself, returning to the
mirror to ask myself what the fuck was going on. I had no answer. This is where
despair had delivered me, into the hands of despair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I cleaned out the bath and tentatively returned to Camille's apartment. She was in the kitchen. Would you like a drink. As if nothing had happened. Yes please. Beer, wine, whiskey. Wine would be nice. I retreated to the bedroom and fished through my pack for clean clothes. I felt suitably refreshed, although a tad unnerved.</span></div>
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both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-26092146849993513172013-09-06T08:50:00.000-07:002013-09-06T08:59:20.079-07:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>choice butts #9...</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s as if you never left </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">muscle memory brings me back </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">recollection guides me in </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">the taste and scent far reaching</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">reunion of flesh</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> a
buckling of will</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">pretty thing by the window sill</span></div>
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both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-67844590682217160232013-09-03T08:25:00.002-07:002013-09-03T08:27:28.044-07:00<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>high rotation...</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>Settle</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><b><i>by</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Disclosure</b></span><br />
More delicious summer sounds from the SE corner of the UK. These brothers sometimes border on the cheesey side of house music (only sometimes), but their deeper and funkier shit has been carving up the dancefloors and debasing the festival crowds for the last couple of months. This album is a superb party starter if you wanna move the masses. As for me, well it hasn't left my car stereo since June.<br />
They know where it's at. Lap it up!both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-31894214061250604782013-08-25T03:50:00.000-07:002013-08-25T03:52:05.563-07:00<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foreign Bodies</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></u></b></div>
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<b><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>part 1</i></span></span></b></div>
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Things don’t always pan out the way you want them to. This
much I have learnt over the years. Sometimes life throws a few lemons in your
direction. It’s during moments like these, that knowing how to make tarts comes
in handy.</div>
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From time to time I wonder how I got to where I am, and,
from what on earth some of my perversions were born out of. Having no formulaic
method to guide me, I became an explorer. Travel and adventure was bred into me
and encouraged by very open minded parents, all four of them, and their rather
left field groups of acquaintances. By the age of 13, I’d visited multiple
countries in 3 continents other than my own. I guess I got lucky with my
parents 2<sup>nd</sup> marriages, they chose wonderful folks from other lands, for
this I’m eternally grateful.</div>
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I left home at a young age and worked. Like a dog. Ethic has
never been an issue with my bloodline, it’s what we do.</div>
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At the relatively tender age of 21, I’d saved a substantial
amount of money working 100+ hour weeks, whilst indulging for the remaining
hours. Sleep was something you did when you were dead. Somehow I made it out of
that chapter alive, some of my friends didn’t, fearing a similar fate I had
the presence of mind to gather my life and cram it into a backpack with a 57litre
capacity. I bought a one way ticket to Amsterdam and kissed my mother goodbye.
It was the single most influential decision of my life. The ripple effect still
resonates to this very day, years later.</div>
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Many months were spent riding a bicycle, and after that was
stolen, hitching around Europe taking in the sites from Rotterdam to Istanbul,
and most in between. Strange things happened. I was party to many amazing
events. Some mind-bending, others mind-boggling. Over the course of these many
months, I became a man. A wide-eyed, experimental, solitary man. Never quite
comfortable in his own skin, there was far too much that I didn’t and would
never understand to make that sort of judgement call. I ploughed on. Working
wherever I could, doing whatever was asked whenever the opportunity arose, for
whoever was kind enough to recognise in me the immediacy of my need to live and
learn. These folk became willing accomplices in the formation of the person
that stands naked before you now. Many nameless faces whom I reflect on
occasionally, not just for posterity, with gratitude.</div>
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One such face burns brightly in my memory for a variety of
reasons. Not least of all because she followed up on my teenage fascinations
and reinforced in me the sublime pleasures of the infinitely seductive world of
the voyeur/exhibitionist. This story is about her. Her name was Camille. </div>
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I’d been sleeping rough, in a seaside town on the coast of
France. I had no money and spent my days in and around the ferry terminal
waiting for my friend to arrive with our car so that we could head east. He
left me waiting for 3 weeks. In retrospect, those 3 weeks further carved out my
creative side, but I wasn’t about to thank him, still haven’t. Once all the
vehicles had left the last daily ferry, I would retreat to the train station
where I’d been told by the police to spend my nights. I’d previously slept in
the park, however they deemed that too dangerous, they would take me to the
train station with all the other lost souls and wayward minds, deposit me there
tell me not to head back to the park, or I'd risk arrest. So I sat on the same station bench each evening and wrote. Whatever was in my head, I put on paper. Much of
what I wrote was tainted with rage, directed mainly toward my friend, if not
him, it ventured inward. I also wrote what I observed and of my experiences
passed. I managed to write over the course of one night, a children’s book,
which I’ll one day publish after it’s been adequately illustrated. It was an
interesting time to say the least. </div>
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One afternoon as I sat on my bench scribbling, I was
approached by a woman, in her late forties I guessed, who spoke to me in
French. I apologised for the fact that I couldn’t understand and she
immediately altered her speak so that I could. She asked me if I would join her
for a coffee. Without hesitation I accepted the offer. She was well dressed,
reasonably fit and had a lovely smile. The only oddity with regards her
appearance was the fact that she wore dark sunglasses, inside the station. I
couldn’t see her eyes, but that didn’t bother me. She beckoned me to follow her
and we sat at a leafy table in the station cafe. Very civilised. She asked what
I would like, a flat white, and proceeded to order coffee and cake. (If there’s
a more delicious sounding language than French then please send me to that
country, I’ll leave tomorrow).</div>
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She introduced herself. We spoke for some time. She asked if
I was a writer, she’d seen me for a few days on end now, furiously penning my
notebook. I told her I wasn’t, just a recorder of things. She was a print
journalist it turned out, and an extremely interesting conversationalist. She
told me how her husband of 20 years had recently died in a tragic accident, and
how she was struggling to overcome his sudden departure. She told me how she
had turned to alcohol to suppress the extreme hurt and longing that puddled and
bubbled inside her. We discussed that openly. She admitted to having been in
variously continuous states of drunkenness for some months now. And I
empathised. She told me I seemed beyond my years, an old soul, and yet I found
her way with words beguiling. It was the best cake I had ever eaten.</div>
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After a second coffee the shadows in the station drew long,
like something out of a Drysdale landscape. Camille, having learned of my
predicament, asked if I would like to come to her house, offering a bath, warm
food and a bed. It wasn’t something I was in any place to refuse, so I gladly
accepted her invitation, and we left the station to the nightly freakshow.</div>
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Camille paid for a taxi to her apartment. It seemed a well
to do area and a lovely building. I could pinpoint it on a map to this day. We
ascended a couple of flights to the third floor and she guided me into a small
but perfectly ordered, if a little sparse, one bedroom flat. I noted immediately
the double sliding doors that separated the bedroom from the living room, and
was relieved to see two single beds either side of the bedroom. There was
little in the way of furnishings throughout the apartment. A small dining table
with two chairs tucked in the corner, two large leather armchairs dominated the space. There was no television, only a sound system. The
adjoining kitchen was immaculately clean but well stocked. The fridge laden
with wine, beer and cheese. I was suitably impressed. For an alcoholic, I
thought, this woman still had lashings of pride to keep her house in such a
state.<br />
But things aren’t always as they seem.</div>
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He lets her work him till he feels like he might explode, then pulls her up from where she lay, and, without missing a beat pulls her
still soaked pussy back onto his dick. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Times; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">She’s murmuring something but he can’t quite
discern the words, so he says </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Times; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">“I want to hear you come. I want to hear you say it”. </span></div>
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Fuck. Me. <i>Slowly</i>’ </span><br />
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both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-17187302981595164702013-08-13T06:05:00.000-07:002013-08-13T06:09:32.609-07:00<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>choice cuts #23..</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Into My Arms</b></span><br />
<i>by</i><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds</span><br />
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I don't believe in an interventionist God<br />
But I know, darling, that you do<br />
But if I did I would kneel down and ask him<br />
Not to intervene when it came to you<br />
Oh not to touch a hair on your head</div>
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Leave you as you are</div>
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If he felt he had to direct you</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then direct you into my arms</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Having
recently returned from a 6 week eastern European adventure I find myself pining
for a little familiarity. However, I was lucky enough on route to catch Nick
Cave & the Bad Seeds in concert in front of about 18,000 punters. With a
massive sound system at his disposal the maestro delivered a stellar 2hour set
that covered the full spectrum of his bands genius. It was, put lightly, a
spiritual experience. His rendition of Into My Arms left me swaying and swooning.
When an artist such as Cave takes you in his arms you’re in for the ride of
your life. Not only does he have the voice to reduce humble folk to rubble, but
his stage presence and energy is otherworldly and electric. If there’s another
band out there that can so readily deliver their catalogue, I’d like to hear
them named.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Until then...
“<i>make her journey bright and pure that she will keep returning always and
evermore</i>”</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: xx-small;"><i>Kyiv streetscene</i></span></div>
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both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-72679015659014394082013-06-12T10:09:00.001-07:002013-06-13T08:42:33.041-07:00<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>high rotation...</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">Summer</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><b><i>album by</i></b></span><br />
<b style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I Heart Sharks</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As the long wait for summer continues in these, weatherwise godforsaken isles, it's left to music to convey the much needed feeling of sun on ones back. This trio aren't brand new as such, but in my opinion require more notice/recognition. This debut album was released a year and a half back and recently made it's way back into my car. A track or so in and I'm lead to a rediscovering and deeper appreciation of the sound these lads punch out. Indie meets electronica in thumping style. A collaboration between young Germans and a Brit, which doesn't happen very often. They hail from Berlin, where I was lucky enough to witness their incredible live show. Great stuff. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Highly recommended if you enjoy bands such as 'We Have Band'..'Bloc Party'.. 'Metronomy'.. 'Presets'.. etc.</span>both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-76148873953315256982013-06-05T00:59:00.000-07:002013-06-05T09:55:50.101-07:00<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">15</span></b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><br />
<b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">entirely useless facts you didn't need to know about me and never asked</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I’m a vinyl junkie. When everyone else was discarding their
rekkids to embrace technology I was pawing through the endless boxes at garage
sales, boot fairs and 2<sup>nd</sup> hand shops back-cataloguing and
discovering rare and hidden gems. I still can’t resist a dusty box.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I use pears transparent soap. It’s the scent that I’m addicted
to ever since childhood.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I like to eat hot curries.. traditionally so, and preferably
in far flung eastern destinations. I’ve scolded my taste buds on numerous
occasions, but got high in the process. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I wear exclusively one brand of jox.. intimissimi. Super
comfy.. and I like the way they present my package. Plus they come in lots of
quirky designs.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">My shower curtain is adorned with a rubber duck pattern. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I prefer the aisle seat by the exit. Extra leg room with a
good view of the hostesses bums.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Tunnels unnerve me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I’m almost entirely ambidextrous. The product of a lefty
growing up in a right-handed world.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Size 34 strides, long in the leg. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I masturbate regularly, but refrain from unloading more
often than not. It turns me on.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Vibra-ribbed condoms are my rubber of choice.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I eat red velvet cake once a week from a tiny independent
cake shop where they make them on the premises and close up when they run out. Die for it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">My staple is rice. You can keep your bread and potatoes. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I once got the shaft of my cock pierced in the backroom of a
bar in Guatemala. It was sterile, I’m not that stupid, just stupid enough to
have it done full-stop. But the girl who did it was damn hot and I loved the way
she nonchalantly handled my meat.. and yes, I was riotously drunk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">Taxidermy evokes in me, childlike fascination.</span> </span><br />
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both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-5433798315715553062013-05-18T17:49:00.002-07:002013-05-18T17:53:27.149-07:00<b><span style="font-size: large;">Role Play</span></b><br />
<b>The Abduction</b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>part 9 finale</i></span></b></div>
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I raked at
the tacky rivulets, dragging them over her collarbone, up the porcelain finery
of her neck and through her already matted locks. I’d made quite the mess. </div>
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“What will
your flatmates think?” I queried..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
‘Nothing..
won’t be the first time I’ve come home covered and stinking of spunk’</div>
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I squat down
behind her and saddle in close, aligning my still rigid and drooling cock
against her spine.</div>
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“Is that
right”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
‘You’re not
the only guy to have his way with me you know’</div>
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I wasn't surprised, no, just a tad taken aback.</div>
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“I see” I
reached around and cupped her supple breasts, massaging the slippery film into
them further.</div>
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“Tell me
about it” I rolled her cheeky, hardened nipples between thumbs and forefingers,
before clamping down with pulsing pinches. With no room to manoeuvre, C had
little choice but to endure, although she did protest and squirm. I reassessed
her threshold for pain and dabbled in the upper limits, and beyond. Pinch and
twist. </div>
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“Tell me
about it”</div>
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With as much
composure as she could muster she began to tell me of a time she’d hooked up
with a hot young stud whilst at a party.
She told of how she’d spotted him and knew instantly, albeit through
booze addled insight, that he’d be fucking her that night. </div>
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As she
regaled me with her evenings exploits I found myself turning rather green with
envy, an uncomfortable streak of jealousy took over as she spoke. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
‘He grabbed
my arse while we kissed... and I pretty much turned to putty. I was his’. </div>
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I pulled C
deeper into me with one arm around her waist, and began fingering the weeping
heat of her cunt with next to no finesse. I found myself lapsing in and out of
my own reality.. torn between an overwhelming and insatiable lust for the woman
I held in my hands and an iniquitous urge to debase the gamine creature who now
taunted my manhood with her cock-hungry revelations. </div>
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I came around
deeper into her story, she was being poked and prodded by a group of young men,
8 hands grabbed and squeezed and slapped, 4 cocks jammed and probed and spat. </div>
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Her
recollections had my cock at boiling point.</div>
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“Such a
little slut ”.. I’d heard enough. I reefed her lissom form and pressed her face
down, arse up once again. She carried on with the nights events, goading me. I
feel sure she knew exactly to what effect, pausing for breath just as I pressed
home my ever more enraged dick. Her story now guided my fucking, like the
little puppet master she had me on a string. She managed to carry on speaking
as best she could.. Her story jolting as the wind was taken out of her.</div>
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‘Those young
boys don’t fuck around. It’s straight in and pump. I had both hands full and my
mouth stuffed.. and they fucked me’.</div>
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And I fucked
her harder. </div>
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‘I felt him
swell inside me, so fucking thick I squealed. He pulled out and sprayed his
shot up my tummy’</div>
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I fucked her
with febrile intent.</div>
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‘And then the
next cock was inside me, while the first stuffed my mouth full with a rubbery
taste of the sea.. I sucked him clean’.</div>
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My muscle
fibres twitched and pinged as the prolonged intensity of my pendulum thrusts
began to redline. </div>
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‘They fucked
me sober. I don’t know how many loads each put on me.. I lost track of
time’. </div>
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And I had run
out of it. “Arrrgghhhh fuucckk”</div>
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‘Ohhh god,
don’t stop’</div>
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I gave her my
everything.</div>
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A screaming
silence strangled the words from both our mouths. The fuse was lit. Somewhere
in the middle of our beings the connection gelled. And with earth shattering
effect, we became one.</div>
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I couldn't tell you how long it lasted, nor how I managed to survive it. I stayed there
inside C as the orgasmic oceans subsided. We breathed in unison, gasping,
disbelieving. </div>
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I recovered
first, although I could have stayed there plugged into C’s energy source for
hours on end. </div>
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Extricating
my still swollen cock was a sobering experience and one which again took the
wind from me. As I lurched back I noticed the cold grey light of dawn out above
the pine tops. I noticed a clarity in the trees that hadn't been there all
night. A mild panic set in.</div>
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“It’s time to
go”</div>
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‘What?’.. C didn't seem to notice, or didn't care.</div>
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“It’s getting
light, we need to bail”</div>
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‘Fuck’... it
dawned on her.</div>
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I fumbled at
the locks around her ankles and wrists, still not fully present to the task. </div>
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‘Shit’</div>
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Finally freed
of her constraints she flayed out on the mattress and looked up to the
brightening sky. I set about packing things away willy-nilly, searching the
space for any remnants of our interlude. I retrieved all articles of clothing
and the sweats I’d brought with me for us both. C hadn't said a word nor yet
attempted to move. </div>
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“We gotta go”</div>
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‘I know’ she
said, ‘I know’.</div>
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I kissed her
open mouth, softly. It felt more appropriate now, and amazing. Her lips were so
willing and mouth so warm. </div>
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“Put these
on”... I offered her the fresh clean sweats, planting them on her naked heaving
chest.. something comfortable for the return trip, and let her be. I continued
with my own hurried dressing while scouring the scene. </div>
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“C’mon get
dressed “... C was dragging her heels and I didn't fancy meeting any forestry
workers in this state. She did so and without saying a word made her way to the
passenger’s seat in the car. I packed the last bits of kit and rolled the
mattress, chucking everything in the back poste-haste. I paced around the
clearing with the camp light in search of anything I may have missed before
outing the diminished blue glow and effectively closing out our dirty little
escapade, consigning it to memory only.</div>
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Satisfied I’d
missed nothing I jumped behind the wheel. I looked into C.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
“You OK?”</div>
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‘Yeah’.....
Smiling cheekily she reached out, resting her hand on mine and squeezed. A
never more reassuring moment have I felt. </div>
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I stuck the
van in gear and executed a perfect 7 point turn, in the process noticing a
glint of what looked like a Polaroid by one of the trees. I stalled long enough
to make certain that it was, before rolling silently away from the scene. A
present, I figured, to some lucky punter who happened across it. </div>
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As we bounced
along the forest track I tried to gather my thoughts. C hadn't uttered a word,
but the warmth of her hand on my leg spoke volumes. </div>
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We reached
the asphalt road and drove away from the forest without notice. We’d done it. A
massive sense of relief swept over me, not a single thing had gone wrong. I
smiled unwittingly as the motorway approached and the first rays of sunlight
broke the horizon.</div>
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‘Fuck... you
got any sunnies’</div>
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“I do”..... I
offered C my only pair, smiling as I did so.</div>
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‘What’re you
smiling about?’... she quipped.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
“Just the
fact we got away with it”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
‘Yeah.. you
did well’</div>
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“Don’t sound
so enthused”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
‘No.. I mean
it. You did fucking well babe. Seriously. I’m still reeling’</div>
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“Really?”</div>
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‘Yeah’...
that smile again, destroyer of snowflakes. ‘Really’.</div>
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An
overbearing sense of well being infiltrated the smallest of spaces in all my
thoughts. Flashbacks of the nights pleasure points replayed before my eyes as
if I’d gorged on mushroom tea, and my heart thumped against my chest. Lost for
words, I drove, for quite some miles.</div>
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‘You took
Viagra right?’... C broke the blissful silence.</div>
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“I did”.. no
reason to lie about it. “ Didn't know if I could perform in such a way. I couldn't let you down” </div>
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‘Hmm’</div>
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“It’s my
first abduction”... I laughed at the thought, C laughed with me.</div>
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“I wanted to
make sure it was good for you”</div>
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‘Oh you’re so
sweet’... a sarcastic dagger.. C’s hand
wandered further up and inside my thigh, coming to rest on the bulge in my
pants. The warmth and attention had an instant effect. </div>
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‘You should start up a business’.. she reached inside, pulling
out my semi-erect prick. She handled it with such affection that before long it
was bolt upright and pulsing again, matched by the beating in my chest. I
looked around, concerned that other drivers may catch a view. Thankfully the
early hour meant there was little traffic on the road.. But then, it was too
late now anyway.</div>
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C looked at
me with a renewed desire, stroking all the while. She undid here seatbelt and
leaned over.. ‘Can I suck it?’</div>
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“I think you
should”... checking my mirrors.</div>
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She went
about delivering the most heavenly blowjob I've ever received. Her hand and
mouth worked me with deft aplomb. She took the lions share of my cock deep, and
what felt like another surging load was brought out of me with a delicate but
savage effect. It was the fact that I managed to stay on the road that
surprised me the most. C stayed right there with cock in mouth as the very last
of my seed found its way into her accepting warmth and the rock hard ridges of
blood began to retreat, drained once and for all. She lapped away, diligently
cleaning off any remaining pearls before sitting up and smiling at me once
more. </div>
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‘That nice?’
she queried, as if searching for approval. </div>
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“Ah, yeah..
you didn’t notice?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
‘Just making
sure’ </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
“Thanks”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
‘I owed you
that atleast’</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
“For
what?...”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
‘I lost track
of how many times you made me come’</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
“What... you
serious?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
‘Deadly.. you
pushed the right buttons.. hard’</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
A renewed
excitement filtered through me at the very thought of her orgasmic declaration.
There can be no better reward than knowing this. My cheeks flushed.</div>
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“I couldn't tell.. I was hoping”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
‘I kept it
quiet.. didn't want you to stop trying.. but you did good’ as she patted my
retreating fat. </div>
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Overwhelmed
with a sense of achievement I drove on.. forward, faster.. into the golden warm
glow.</div>
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The rest of
the journey was spent filling time with relatively inane conversation. What
made it pleasant was the effortless way in which it rollicked along. No pretense,
just a goofy honesty.</div>
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Contrary to
what they say, time didn't fly by. But every minute of that return journey was
filled, with something. Even the silences were delicious. Delicious because
they were filled with recollection. </div>
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We arrived in
C’s street.</div>
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‘Fuck it...
back to the real world’</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
“Hmm” I felt
a preemptive nostalgia creeping in. Was this it?</div>
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I pulled into
C’s drive, applied the handbrake and turned to face the girl I’d come to admire
in the woman I’d just abducted for sex.</div>
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She took off the
sunglasses and searched my soul with a crystalline gaze, before planting an
awkwardly generous kiss firmly on my lips. </div>
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‘Thanks alot’
she offered.. I had little to offer back.</div>
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She popped
the door and stepped out, turning back to throw me a life line.. </div>
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‘We’ll chat
soon’</div>
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“Sure thing”
is all I could muster, stupidly.</div>
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I watched as
she walked up the drive, admiring the way her butt crack ate the loose terry
towelling sweat pants.. a final defiant showing of what I had, but couldn’t
have. That was it.</div>
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And then she
turned around and started back with purpose.. I wound down my window. </div>
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She stuck her
hand through the window, clicking her fingers and motioning..</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
‘Photos!’</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
“What about
them?”</div>
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‘Their mine’</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
“No way”</div>
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‘Give’em to
me’</div>
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“Oh c’mon..
That’s my wank fodder”</div>
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‘You keep the
knickers... the photos are mine’ she pointed to the stripey bundle in the
corner of the dash. It wasn't a fair trade at all.. but I’ll take whatever I
can get, and knickers are especially appealing and an excellent masturbation
tool.</div>
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“Fair enough”</div>
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I gathered
the photos together and handed them to her.. against my better judgement. </div>
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She bent over
and leaned in through the window, close enough for me to take in the heady
scent of our collective fucking. A perfume of sweat and come and carnal lust.
Worth bottling.</div>
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‘Do you
really think I’m the type of girl who’d get wankered at a party and go home
with 4 strange guys for a fuckfest?’ she accompanied this question with a
piercing glare.</div>
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“After
tonight... I couldn't doubt anything you told me” with a hesitant grin. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
She scanned
my face for signs of weakness or disbelieving.</div>
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Then without
warning open mouth kissed me.. briefly, but fully.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt;">
‘Then make it
so’. </div>
<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">She squeezed my cheeks with one hand then traced
the contour of my lips as she stood up, before slipping silently up the drive
and into the deepest corner of recent memory. Not looking back, and not needing
to. Because as of now, she knew exactly what cogs she’d set in motion. </span>And how my
addled mind buzzed anew.<br />
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both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-48598040840234760942013-05-08T00:31:00.004-07:002013-05-08T00:31:57.360-07:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Just read..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The Rosie Project</span><br />
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Very rarely can I devour a book in a single sitting... unless it's a decent wine list or similar.. It just isn't like me to sit and read for hours on end. Then I picked up <i>The Rosie Project</i>. Currently doing the bestseller thing I believe, it's a comedy romance, and I'm deadly serious when I say that's a genre I'm not all that into. But, the peculiarity of this first person narrative, presented through the Asperger's tinted view of Don Tillman, is eye-opening, heart warming, totally absorbing, and bloody hilarious. I even shed a tear or 2.. (at one point only, maybe two).<br />
Discard your strict life schedule and dive in. I'm sure you won't be disappointed.both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-24572083013329927852013-04-20T00:37:00.004-07:002013-04-20T00:37:51.349-07:00<i>more veiny filth..</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I hadn't seen her in months. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Long winter months that harboured and fueled a tangibly violent urge to fuck, in both of us. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">When I arrived she was clad only in briefs and brassiere. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Reefing on her precious little tits I barrel into her on a maddened crusade. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Not one of mutual bliss, but in search of a savagely shared ecstasy. </span></div>
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both.hands.pleasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02119884293202810253noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2393551551558337425.post-20104464745588003382013-03-09T00:35:00.002-08:002013-03-09T00:38:48.225-08:00<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>choice cuts #22...</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>The Golden Path</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes I lay in bed wondering what could have been if I'd chosen certain other paths in life, if I'd reacted differently in certain situations, if I'd tried more completely, or behaved more honestly, or loved more openly, more deeply. I lay awake sometimes and apologise into thin air. This song runs through the temporal lobe at such times, and finds me wanting.</span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b><b><i>the late winter sky tonight offers a clarity unobtainable to the meddled state of my mind</i></b></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b><i>a solitary thought pushed out upon frosty breath mingles with the stars, a last gasp attempt to find</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b><i>a way in which to justify this conscience subdued.</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">art: Lena V</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">words: bhp</span></div>
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