Now listening to:

Panic at the Disco

I couldn't come up with a better title. So I am going to put this out here to my 3-4 readers so I can't back out, I am setting a goal to write a story to submit to Good Vibes online magazine before my birthday on January 26th. I know it will be an original work of erotic fiction, but I am not sure where to begin yet. Right now I am looking for a dream, a song, a random image to inspire me. Forcing it isn't working.

Now listening: REV 22:20 - Puscifer, from the Underworld soundtrack

Don't be aroused, by my confession
Unless you don't give a good Goddamn about redemption
I know Christ is comin', so am I
And you would too if the sexy devil caught your eye

She'll suck you dry
But still you'll cry, to be back in her bosom
To do it again
She'll make you weak
And mourn and cry, to be back in her bosom
To do it again

(Pray) Til I go blind
(Pray) Cause nobody ever survives
Prayin' to stay in your arms just until I can die a little longer
Satyrs and saints, devils and heathens and lies
She'll eat you alive

Jesus is risen, it's no surprise
Even he would martyr his mama to ride to hell between those thighs
The pressure is building, at the base of my spine
If I gotta sin to see her again then I'm gonna lie and lie and lie

She'll make you cry
I'll sell my soul, to be back in your bosom
Gladly now please suck me dry
And still you'll cry, to be back in her bosom
To do it again

(Pray) Til I go blind
(Pray) Cause nobody ever survives
Prayin' to stay in her arms just until I can die a little longer
Satyrs and saints, devils and heathens and lies
She'll eat you alive

My pulse has been rising
My temples are pounding
The pressure is so overwhelming and building
So steady they're fretting I'm ready to blow
What is she what is she what is she waiting for?

(Pray) Pray til I go blind
(Pray) Pray cause no one ever survives
Prayin' to stay in her arms just to die longer
Satyrs and saints, devils and heathens and lies
She'll eat you alive

Maybe I can find something here?

Merry Part and Blessed Be!

Blogging up a storm

I think I'm on a pretty good run here folks. Not quite daily, but frequent.

I wanted to share an entertaining thought the other day. I always thought I would love to work as a phone sex operator. Sex is something I know a lot about, and I think it would be great to shape another person's fantasy.

Then I realized an even better job -- being a quality control monitor for a phone sex business. :-)

Do you think phone sex lines have the recording that says "This call may be recorded for quality assurance?"

Harriet is picking me up for work this morning, as we are having problems with the Tempo. I need to call Fairway Ford this AM to try to set up an appointment. Yesterday at work, someone had to come save me from Pizza Napoli. That's what I get for indulging my taco craving.

Gotta be ready to meet Harriet, Merry Part and Blessed Be!

Lessons Learned

I learned two things this morning.

1) I was stretching after my walk, and as I was looking at the trail upside down, legs wide, head down, I saw a long shape lying on the path. At first, I thought it was a curled up leaf, or a seed pod. Then I realized it was moving. It was a slug. The slug was making its way steadily but oh so slowly across the asphalt path, which was as wide to him as the Mississippi would be to me. He could be stepped on at any moment, the sun could fry him before he reached the safety of the grass on the opposite side. It can take a long time to reach a goal. That doesn't mean it isn't worth it. Don't get discouraged!


2) Peaches are the sexiest fruit. Skin on, they blush at you, like they know a secret you don't. The peach is having impure thoughts. The crease on them is suggestively naughty. It could be a great ass, or the opening of a woman's secret place. (Hard place to describe without being flowery, vulgar or clinical) I was peeling my peaches to cut them up (I plan to pour vanilla yogurt on them later, there's some more sensual imagery for you) and when the knife split the skin, the flesh of the peach and the juice rose up around the knife, covering it in sweetness. Peaches are the sexiest fruit.

Passion and Power

I thought this was a great little video, it was posted on the GoodVibes blog. It's a promotion for a documentary based on a book called The Technology of Orgasm. From what I can tell, the book follows the history of how vibrators were developed, first as a cure for women's "hysteria" at the end of the 19th century. This is a topic that has long interested me, I definitely believe that a healthy and active sex life contributes to overall better health and well-being. If you interested in learning more about the history of vibrators, check out the Antique Vibrator Museum at Good Vibrations.

Merry Part and Blessed Be!