Wednesday, November 3, 2010

holly smokes

Last night I was at my second job and the short of it is that Mr. loop Rope Showed up.

I could not look at him with out thinking about all the things I wrote about in my posts about Loop Rope...

I had a big smile on my face the whole time.

oh and as long as its my sex addled mind here... there is a commercial playing for a Plasma center here locally... Listen up all you meth heads and dope smokers 300 bucks in your pocket by the end of the week. The commercial is spoken by a guy the whole time but when they give out the phone number its a woman with a sexy voice and I swear she is blurring the line between six and sex purposefully

Friday, October 29, 2010

absolute


Happy Halloween FFF! Your challenge for this Friday, 10-29-10, is to use the artwork above to write a flash fiction of 150-275 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:


"...cold and dead..."


He sat and pondered the architectural marvel that lay before him. He contemplated the complexity of the endocrine system and the idea of self awareness. How does a living thing transcend living to living with understanding? He admired how artfully her body was crafted. Surely some of God’s finest work. He was High as hell. But that was his normal state of being. He and Freud could have competed for who could snort the most cocaine with out their heart blowing up for days on end. He could in all likelihood snort Freud under the glass top table.

After he finished jacking off he wiped his cock on the cloth covering her face. He fretting momentarily about how he would explain this to his father...yet again. This was the third time this year. He knew there would be some, long winded and rambling lecture about taking care of his property. Then there would be the usual threats of being cut out of the will. And the obligatory “How could you embarrass the family” speak. He shed a tear that his father would likely make him wait a month before he could replace her as some weak attempt at discipline. He didn't understand the big deal. Girls were cheap and easily obtained in Europe. The company just had to acquire one and condition her. What was the big deal? All you needed after that was some heroin to keep her happy, quiet and entertaining.

He would tell his body guard about her body in the morning. There was no need to bother him now. He paused a moment to admired her cold and dead form.



I initially thought that I would use the idea that this was some arab Sheik's son. The room looks sort of ten like and the shroud on her face reminded me of a picture I saw recently of a presumably arab woman who had thrown open her burqa to expose a remarkably beautiful woman while still wearing the full head and face gear.

Any one who has read much of my crap knows my feelings surrounding muslims and arabs So I thought I would spare you the whipping of all that.

Also I didn't think I wanted to do this in as much as my last story was all about death and dieing. I wanted to get away from that lest you all think that i am some morbid closet serial killer/cannibal who kills and eats hookers. sort of gives a new meaning to the phrase going to "eat you out" never mind that. So but instead of arabs I went with the ballisticly rich New Yorker type, With Penthouse suites in all the best buildings all over the city. Who are either above the law or can afford to buy it off. The title is supposed to carry the tonality of "Absolute power corrupts absolutely"

I was thinking about her side of the story but she was kidnapped in Europe soaked in heroine and "trained" top be a sex toy for a living... not much there... just horribleness. And besides last week the women didn't give a rats ass about the guy this weeks the guy was a soulless bastard. It all evens out.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

spam

Holly Smokes I got my first Spam comment! From a brothel in England it looks like. What does this mean? Have I made the big time or is this just the Big flashing L on my forehead?

Monday, October 25, 2010

weekend part deaux

Holly smokes I thought the weekend was brutal... this morning starting at 6:00 it only got worse.

You may notice that this time I am typing before the booze is delivered to my system..., almost I can feel it creeping outward from my chest... time to go now before bad things happen.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

the weekend

I had a crap weekend and I have recently had a bit to dringk. I happend to sit down infront of the TV to calm my nervs and CSi was on. I havent watched the CSi in years and what do you thingk I saw.. a freeking rerun. what are the odd os theat... hick urp.. ahhhhhhh.

breasts... more

I know I post loads about breasts but... well... I am fascinated by them.
So I wonder what it must be like to be in possession of a nice pare of breasts. As the cliche goes many women sporting a nice pair are seemingly irritated by them. These women seemingly always have to tell guys they're talking to to not stare at their breasts. What must that be like to go to a party where in your breasts are more popular than you are. Guys will treat you nice, buy you drinks and things to get a look/feel at/of your breasts.
Breasts are right out there, sort of un-hideable. They are the most public of private parts. Some Men will judge the desirableness of a woman based on size and shape of her breasts. In general that is a bad thing objectification and all. But when you don't know that she is smart and funny what else do you know about her other than what she looks like and well guys size up a woman by her secondary sex traits... breasts, hips, butt tertiary traits, hair, teeth leg length... the list goes on and becomes increasingly finely pointed.
In general average guys don't have this sort of thing working for/against for them. Guys who's lifestyle involves spending enough time in the gym to build their bodies to sport the big Guns are unusual well depending on where you live I suppose. Its tough to tell what's in their wallet just by looking. In general cocks are not so huge as to be remarkably visible unless they are built like a Palomino; again unusual. Perhaps evolution will eventually help that along. As a matter of fact it really already has. the ratio of body size to penis size homosapiens have the largest penis of all mammals, but I digress.

Is it sort of cool to have great breasts because you are great by association? and if this is true the converse must also be true... how sad.
another thing about breasts that sort of follows that line of thinking... they are sort of parasitic hangers on. In general they are used very infrequently for their intended purpose. In America typically 2.3 times at about 6 to 9 months at a time. But what I am getting at here is that you have relatively little control over them or their appearance, and yet they can affect your appearance dramatically. You cant work them out to be bigger You cant hold them up out of your armpit when you lay down on your back. You cant do much to change them except for the surgical option.There are the pills, creams and vacuum bell-jars that promise to make them larger and/or firmer but the jury is way out on those options. the other option is to put them in a properly fitting brassiere, which by all accounts can be tough to find and frequently not very comfortable, especially for women blessed/cursed with larger than average breasts. The heart ache from ridicule when your breasts are substandardly sized can really wreck a woman's self confidence, confidence in general and her feeling of self worth and sexuality. For something that has so much control over a woman its a shame she has so little real control over them.

Red Alert

I dont know who reads this that is old enough to recall the Jetson's cartoon with any clarity. Maybe its not age that gives clarity... never mind that tangent.
This weekend I set about to do a couple things with my computers. HOLLY F-ing CRAP I am still not done. It really feels like some how the computers have had a conference and decided that they needed to show me who was boss around here. And they have done a fine job of that. I wound up formatting my two laptops then trying to reinstall Winblows I cant even recall how many times before I finally got them all installed and they are not really all installed there are three files missing from one of the installs. I have to find that install and...

Man what a boring bit of drivel this is so but I had a right miserable weekend beating my head bloody against the tech wall.

but you have no idea what I have been through to get to post this crappy little bit of nonsense.

Oh yes the Red Alert thing references an episode of the Jetson's t where George badmouths a robot. The robot is pretty put out by it and his friends gang up against George in retaliation until George apologizes to the offended robot.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Snapped


(Photo provided by Soren Ambrose, title and source unknown. Photographer: Petrova Julian).

Your challenge for this Friday, 10-22-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 100-300 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

"...a sneer curled her lip..."


(A) He turned a walked away unaware of the situation developing behind him. He had been talking heatedly for several minutes. To tell the truth she had no idea what he had been saying really, she was there for an altogether different purpose now. He continued yammering, work load, constituents, Joint Chiefs yada yada yada. Her ears pricked when she herd the words blow-job, pussy, cock then it all faded back to blah blah blah. She had just about had enough when he turned to her and looked her in the eye and said “So what to you think?” She was sort of caught off guard because she had not been listening. She had been wondering if the 8 inch sound suppressor would keep the woman in the next suite from hearing. She was calculating the appropriate shot trajectory and spatter pattern on the wall needed to create the desired crime scene effect. He was staring at her waiting for a response. A sneer curled her lip. She let her silk robe slide slowly down her body exposing her magnificent heavy breasts. Her nipples we so hard they nearly cut slits in the silk as it fell. Her occupation excited her so. His jaw fell open at the sight of her naked form or was it the FNP-45 she was leveling at his forehead.

Baclank his Harvard education now decorated the wall behind him. She gathered her things wiped down her wineglass and slipped quietly out the door.


(B) A woman impatiently waits in her hotel suite pacing back and forth in front of the window 40 stories up. For a moment she allows her self to admire the view… then her focus returns. She has endured several hours of listening to the screams and moans of his and her pleasures from the next suite. She briefly tortured her self wondering what this other woman knew that she did not. She wondered what this other woman looked like undressed. Why was she worth $5000 for the night to him? The two women never met, never even spoken on the phone. She didn’t even know if this woman’s voice was sexy, sexier than her own. The only communication they had was by currier.

She had been patient before and before… years of waiting for him to get home knowing that, like tonight, he was with another woman. Tonight however was different. Tonight she wasn’t waiting for him to come home.

The sex sounds had stopped and now there was talking, loud talking, his voice only though. She leaned forward to the edge of her seat straining to hear…to here it. The talk seemed heated but it could very easily have been excited. Suddenly she was aware that the room was silent. How long had it been quiet? Had she missed it? The silence was punctuated by a heavy thud. She had not missed it.

A sneer curled her lip then slowly spread into a broad satisfied smile. Slowly she stood she sipped the last of her Champagne. She carefully wiped the glass and the bottle of all traces of her presence. She turned, retrieved her gloves from her purse and slipped them on. Finally she pulled the hood of her heavy fur coat over her head and silently left the room.





I don't really know where the notion of murder for hire came from but I will say this, my Sweety's DVR is set to record some stuff on the Oxygen channel. How ever when some is home and sits to watch some thing what is on live at the time is a show called Snapped. Have you seen this show? It's about women mostly that kill. They kill their lovers husbands boy friends bosses. The show revolves around the arrest and the trials of these women. Sweety has always be in interested in the law but this worries me. I fear that she may be taking notes on where these other women went wrong.

Initialy I wanted her to be toting a 44 Automag but that is a Big loud gun. With a sound suppressor on it this gun would have been nearly a foot and a half long... too long for a naked woman in a silk robe to conceal. the FNP-45 is a shorter tactical handgun and comes from the factory with a threaded barrel for sound suppressors. So that made more sense.

This woman looked to be leaning there both board and busy contemplating something very serious or sporting the biggest booboo pouty lip I have ever seen... No more blowjobs till I get a bigger diamond than your wife! She also looked like she had a slender chest with large breasts and could easily hold a gun under those breasts and not be noticed until it was too late.

I worked really hard on a way for him to be standing some how away from her looking at her and cumming or just about to when she shot him. I wanted to include this... his body hit the floor full length with a very dull thud. His cock was still throbbing. Then suddenly a long milky arc spewed from the head of his cock... his last orgasm reached posthumously. Impressive she noted, silently to her self, for a guy who is both dead and had already cum twice time in the last two hours... good distance that one Tex.