Clean Up Time!
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Yep, still here, but not very active. Hopefully I’ll have the opportunity to post a couple of times over the next week.
I’ve just cleaned out a few dead links in the sidebar. If you know of a new blog for these users please drop me a note.
They were…
Anita’s Erotica
CliffNotes (still valid but no posts for over a year)
Desireous (still in the sidebar but by invite only)
Madame X
Seductive Pandora
Queen of Ass
Tales from Beneath the Sheets
That’s it for now!
December 29, 2007 1 Comment
Happy Halloween!
If you have funky sexy halloween costumes or stories, place a link to your blog through the comments or send me an email with a picture and I’ll be happy to feature your costume in the gallery!
Have a good one!
October 31, 2007 No Comments
A Little Music for You…
No not from the 70’s… From 2006 actually! As I load the Top 100 Itunes onto my Lyra and head off to the gym. I barely got through warming up, when this came on….
I tried pacing myself on the treadmill, with the biggest grin. Had to stop, to put it back at the beginning.
I know there’s much heavier stuff out there in the sense of lyrics, but this one kind of crept up on me.
It’s not main stream, and I don’t think your local radio station plays it, but it sure put a grin on my face!
Chances are you’ve heard it if it’s from last year, but I hadn’t. Buckcherry is from Los Angeles, see the
URL at the bottom of the page.
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser. Crazy Bitch!
Lyrics:
Break me down, you got a lovely face
going to your place now you got to freak me out
Scream so loud, getting fucking laid you want
me to stay but I got to make my way
Hey! You’re a crazy bitch but you fuck
so good I’m on top of it
When I dream I’m doing you all night
scratches all down my back to keep me right on
Take it off, the paper is your game jump in
bed with fame another one night paid in full
You’re so fine, It won’t be a loss cashing in the
rocks just to get you face to face
(Chorus)
Get the video, fuck you so good
(Chorus)
Baby girl you want it hard to be a star you’ll get down on it
Take it off no need to talk your crazy but I like the way you fuck me
(Chorus)
Website: http://www.buckcherry.com/
October 26, 2007 No Comments
Bring VS Take
English being my second language certain situations are often interesting. One of the mix ups I get is with the expression brain freeze. Something you get from eating ice cream quickly. When this happens to me, usually with DS, I say freeze brain instead of brain freeze.
Tired of correcting me, and now 15 years old, he looked at me this summer and said:
“Subject before verb dad, like, John fucks” shocked and amused, I just about pissed myself!
The one which bothers DW, is Bring vs Take. There is no debate here, but many people, even native Anglos will make an error in some situations.
Ground Rules:
Bring
When you are viewing the movement of something from the point of arrival, use “bring”
Bring it to me, bring home some milk…
Take
When you are viewing the movement of something from the point of departure, use “take”
Take it away from me, take it to the cleaners…
You bring something or someone towards you and you take something or someone away from you.
The rule appears simple enough, but if you take your hand or vibrator to bring yourself to orgasm, this poses another area of discussion. Sure, I could take the vibrator to you, or you could say please bring me the vibrator but you would take it and bring it towards you to bring yourself off. Of course you could always say take the vibrator and help me get off.
Yes, as you can imagine, I find it very confusing.
Figure the reverse role, once in your hand, I would keep changing my mind. I would tell you to bring and then take and bring and take until I probably couldn’t talk anymore!
Take is a powerful word.
Take me. Take off your shirt, take off your pants, take off your bra, take off your skirt, and take it all off! Take it in, take it in deeper, take it out and take it easy. Take it slow, take it in your mouth, take it from behind.
I hope this little exercise has been helpful for everyone.
October 14, 2007 No Comments
Craigslist Post: I’ll Marry You Only If You Make $500K
Kind of liked this one!
There is a huge debate on Craigslist in New York City over a posting by someone claiming she’s 25 and "spectacularly beautiful." However, she’s striking out in marrying someone rich. She’s approaching the dilemma like a marketing challenge, looking for tips to successfully sell herself to the highest bidder. Well, the feedback has been coming in faster than short coverings on a record setting day. One guy says that, like a stock, wealthy men would probably prefer to "trade" her, rather than "buy and hold," as she will "depreciate." Here’s part of her original posting, followed by snippets of reaction:
"Okay, I’m tired of beating around the bush. I’m a beautiful (spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I’m articulate and classy. I’m not from New York. I’m looking to get married to a guy who makes at least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don’t think I’m overreaching at all.
Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board? Any wives? Could
you send me some tips? I dated a business man who makes average around 200 - 250. But that’s where I seem to hit a roadblock. 250,000 won’t get me to central park west. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married to an investment banker and lives in Tribeca, and she’s not as pretty as I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right? How do I get to her level?"
One poster responded that he makes more than $500k a year but here’s why her offer is a bad investment:
"Cutting through all the B.S., what you suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring my money. Fine, simple. But here’s the rub, your looks will fade and my money will likely continue into perpetuity…in fact, it is very likely that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won’t be getting any more beautiful!
So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I am an earning asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your depreciation accelerates! Let me explain, you’re 25 now and will likely stay pretty hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you! By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money and then we wouldn’t need to have this difficult conversation."
Another poster claims he makes over $1 million:
"I am sympathetic to your goal in finding a rich man to marry. The milk needs to be sold by the expiration date. Perhaps you need to make a location change to Silicon Valley - miracles like these happen almost everyday in a land where you can randomly throw a rock and hit a rich nerd squarely in his Kim-jong Il glasses."
And then there’s the female comrade-in-arms who says she makes her own money but feels her sister’s pain (she also claims she found out the first guy who said to "stick a fork" in you at 35 is actually a lowly Deutsche Bank analyst only earning $150k):
"…females all over Manhattan are experiencing the same thing day in and day out and some of them aren’t money grubbing sorostitutes. Well-bred gorgeous women who make their own money are finding it impossible to locate men who are of the same caliber. Its about time someone brought attention to the matter. Why is New York filled with guys who are A) career-obsessed, B) frat-loving, C) immigrants, or D) greasy B&T.
Where are the high-brow, ballroom-dancing, tuxedo-wearing Ivy League men who don’t fall into any of these 4 categories and who aren’t disrespectful slime balls? I have yet to solve this Manhattan mystery."
What’s wrong with immigrants? And I had to research what the heck "B&T" means. It is a derogatory reference to low-life outsiders who use bridges and tunnels to get into Manhattan. Also, for me personally, the LAST guy I’d want to date would be a "ballroom-dancing, tuxedo-wearing Ivy League" man. Sorry, that’s not a man. That’s Thurston Howell III. But I digress. For more, read the post.
(Unfortunately the post has been removed)
My Source: http://www.cnbc.com/id/21149835
Have Fun
October 10, 2007 1 Comment
Just a Quickie
September 17, 2007 2 Comments










