A Cup Of Tea
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Posted:Nov 9, 2013 1:18 am
Last Updated:Nov 13, 2013 2:44 am
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Pour yourself
A cup of hot tea
Now observe
REALLY observe
See the vapour rising
Each wispy cloud
With its own
Sense of purpose
Within the chaos
See the reflection
Of all around
On the liquid surface
How it mimics
Transforms
Recolours
Then those tiny bubbles
What minute worlds
In their reflection
Feel the heat upon your hands
As they slowly begin
To cradle the cup
How it intensifies
On contact
Then lift carefully
To your lips
And taste.........
Extend this
To all around you.....
Experience is precious
Savour it
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Innocent?
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Posted:Nov 7, 2013 12:25 am
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2013 11:47 pm
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I’m innocent, I’m innocent,
M’lady does protest,
As she gently undoes buttons,
Her lips caress my chest.
I’m just misunderstood I say
As I release her bra
And suck her hardening nipples,
How sensual they are.
She says she’s such a good girl
As she undoes my belt,
Undoes my zip, pulls down my jeans,
I think I’m going to melt.
I tell you I’m a decent man
Seeking sweet romance,
While gently stroking inbetween
Her sexy crotchless pants.
I’m blameless, irreproachable,
And that is all she said.
So difficult to follow that
While busy giving head.
My unimpeachability
Was simply understood
As then to sixty nine we went,
And wow, she tasted good!
Surely you can understand
That having got this far
Not to fuck her pussy sweet
Would seem a bit bizarre.
Within her deep pulsations
Explodes my love’s essence
Delighting in that climax of
Our own shared innocence
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King Kong - A Tragic Tale of Misplaced Lust!
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Posted:Nov 5, 2013 11:17 pm
Last Updated:Nov 24, 2013 3:27 am
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It was so wrong
To fall in love
With King Kong.
She’d never admit,
Not one little bit,
She’d obsessed
With his dong.
So thick and so long!
So huge and so vast!
Well the rest of us knew
It just couldn’t last!
She was on the border
Of Doc Warm’s Disorder -
To be able to mate
She’d exaggerate.
And here, what luck,
A monster-sized fuck!
Sigh!
Why?
I really did feel
She was being unreal,
And sadly, oh sadly,
It did end so badly!
It came to an end
When her darling ape-friend
Became deceased.
You see!
Believe me,
If you must!
It wasn’t the airplanes,
But misplaced lust
That killed the beast!
It’s 1933 and Ann Darrow, vaudeville actress, goes OTT when her friend suggests the merits of “good old monkey-lovin’,” as she put it, and soon finds herself way out of her depth. But don’t let Peter Jackson’s beautifully made romantic film fool you. She really was a very naughty girl who got greedy and bit off more than she could chew! 
So momma was right – she always told me to never trust actresses. And the vaudeville ones were the worst. I mean to say some of them even did Burlesque! 
And as for two-bit poets who try to get mileage out of such tragic events - the less said the better! 
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An Amazing Woman
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Posted:Nov 5, 2013 12:30 am
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2013 11:46 pm
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A friend sent me an email with some stunning historical photographs on it. The second was a woman posing in a single piece swimsuit. The caption said that it was a photo of Annette Kellerman, and she was arrested for indecency wearing such a swimsuit in Massachusetts in 1907.
I was going to write a post commenting how much has changed, at least in the western world, over the last hundred years. But I wondered who was this brave, trail-blazing woman, so I checked her out:
1. Born July 6, 1886 in Sydney, Australia.
2. Beset with infantile paralysis she began swimming as a therapy.
3. Swimming champion of New South Wales, aged 15.
4. In 1905 she took her emerging act to London, attracting huge crowds swimming in the Thames. She attempted to swim the English Channel three times (and failed) but she beat male swimmers in races in Paris and in the Danube.
5. "I can't swim wearing more stuff than you hang on a clothesline," she said. She invented the bathing one-piece by attaching a pair of black stockings to a boy’s short racing swimsuit, as she is forbidden to show any leg. It didn’t stop her getting arrested for indecency though!
6. Her "one piece all-over Black Diving Suit" clung tightly to the body and accentuated every curve, but technically met the modesty requirement of the day. By 1909 it is the costume of cigarette girls as well as Hollywood pinup Mable Norman. It may also have sparked her advocacy for women's rights.
7. She is credited with inventing synchronised swimming, one of her many show business acts.
8. As her showbiz career led her into the movies she pioneered showing more of the female form, first bare legs in the early 1910’s and then full nudity, starring as Anita, in A of the Gods in 1916. She was not the first woman to appear naked on film, but she is the first big-name star to appear nude in a big-time production. It was a box office hit.
9. She promoted physical fitness and the naturalist lifestyle.
10. She wrote two books encouraging women to exercise: How to Swim in 1918 and Physical Beauty and How to Keep It in 1919, as well as an autobiography, and lectured throughout Europe and America.
11. She was a staunch feminist. It is fair to say that she played her part in the transformation of female identity.
12. She died November 5, 1975 in Southport, Australia, aged 89.
I like the idea that she was a swimmer, being a keen and regular swimmer myself. Somehow those little connections draw your attention, don’t they? And yes, I would love to have met the wonderful Annette Kellerman, if only to be touched by her phenomenal, larger than life spirit.
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Would You Ever Do Anything Like This?
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Posted:Nov 3, 2013 1:29 pm
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2013 10:56 pm
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It came as quite an unpleasant surprise when the woman behind in the supermarket queue commented on the hood and labia being pierced!
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My Kinda Sandwich
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Posted:Nov 3, 2013 1:17 am
Last Updated:Nov 3, 2013 9:09 am
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If it's a sandwich
That you're makin'
Just slip in
Some crispy bacon
And if you're into
Pleasin' me
Just a few drops
Of ol' HP
It's always extra fun
Of course
When you're puttin'
On the sauce
And if you're
Goin' to be real sweet
I'd like a sandwich
With the meat
Between the duvet
And the sheet.......
Bon appeteet! 
Now, girls and boys, any other sandwich ideas? 
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Hope
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Posted:Nov 1, 2013 2:45 pm
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2013 11:46 pm
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and
while
afloat
upon the
shifting tide
of memory
lift anchor
and let that
fair zephyr
of hope
catching sail
carry you
to your
heart's
desire
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Hallowe'en Special II: Trick or Treat!
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Posted:Oct 31, 2013 1:47 am
Last Updated:Nov 1, 2013 12:49 pm
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So why are you here?
Aaah, it’s trick or treat!
And you’ll go away
if I give you a sweet?
Like the prey on safari,
you’re soooo unaware!
You didn’t quite figure
that you’d get the scare …..
I’ve just drunk the potion
I’m tingling inside,
And nice Doctor Warm
Will become Mr Hyde.
So thank you for ringing
and how do you do?
I’m glad you’ve come calling
and most of all…….
BOOOOOO!
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Hallowe'en Special: Sex Macabre
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Posted:Oct 29, 2013 7:46 pm
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2013 11:53 am
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Sat beneath the candelabra,
Madam suggested sex macabre.
First she took a funny bone
And played with it – how did she moan!
Her milking trick had to be seen,
Especially since her milk was green.
She took my hand and made me feel
Her clammy bits - wow, hear her squeal!
"Come on," she said, "let’s go to bed."
But I declined – she was quite dead!
Now you might think
That this is foolish,
Writing Hallowe’en poems ghoulish.
But be assured – I’m nice, I’m giving,
And truly I prefer the living!
Other criminally griminal tales you might enjoy:
Halloween Special Lady Cadaver
Sex With Vampires Some Friendly Advice
Scream exquisitely!
Happy Hallowe'en!
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Fluffy Sex Toys
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Posted:Oct 28, 2013 3:47 pm
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2013 11:56 am
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Naughty girls and naughty boys
Invariably have such naughty toys
You might think that, being filled with fluff,
They couldn’t do such nasty stuff,
But I caught my Mister Ted
With Cuddly Bunny, getting head,
And in the corner Missy Cute
Made me blush like a beetroot,
So wicked was she with the hunky
Fibre-filled Master Big Monkey.
They were so sweet, they were so nice
And free from every adult vice,
Until my lady friend dropped by
With her teddy, Mistress Pi.
Corrupted in so many ways
Mister Ted caught her sex-craze.
And since then all my toys are bad
They were so nice – I am so sad.
So led astray by Mister Ted,
I took my lady friend to bed.
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The Only Way ........
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Posted:Oct 28, 2013 5:50 am
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2013 12:20 am
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It’s a twenty minute drive to my local mall, one of the largest in Europe. It was busy. Summer over, paychecks in bank accounts, Christmas definitely on the way. I drove round four car parks before I discovered the sinister secret of mall stalking. It seems somehow wrong to do this, but if I’m not going to do it I’m going to spend the next two hours trying to park my big Mercedes.
1. Crawl around the car park in the vicinity of the mall exit. In the car, of course!
2. Observe exiting shoppers, who must have a car to go to. Following all the wildlife movies I’ve seen from the Serengeti I choose the most unwary.
3. I cruise quietly behind them at a distance that doesn’t unnerve them. Unnerved shoppers can bolt, causing a trail of destruction, especially if they’ve been buying glassware at John Lewis’s
4. Play soundtrack from “Jaws” on my car’s sound system.
5. Unwary shoppers will get in their car and go through the submissive gesture of offering me their space.
6. Frowning at a small town car that looked at my hard earned space hopefully to establish that I am the alpha automobile, I park.
So I then go shopping. I’m not a great shopping fan, but a man on a mission, although this time I’m buying two lots of birthday presents, and I do like pressie-buying. It’s balancing your own tastes with the recipient’s and I’m always choosy.
I buy some really nice, interesting presents. The woman in the shop was both charming and really helpful. Choosing perfume for both sexes and figuring out what would really be just right in each case was fascinating – I finally chose Made to Measure by Gucci for him and Modern Muse by Estee Lauder for her after much smelling. The bottle for J’adore by Dior is so elegant it almost sold me the perfume but I remembered I was looking for the smell, not the shell. I came out smelling like the handkerchief of a lady of dubious repute, but at least she was a classy lady of dubious repute.
Out into the huge mall again. Curiouser and curiouser. A queue of at least 300 girls and young women all clutching posters, calendars and other iconic objects adorned with a barely clad young man. What kind of outing is this, I wondered. It was a signing by “The Film Star, Mark Wright” in Clinton’s card shop. Lots of security making sure that these young ladies behaved themselves.
Mark Wright. Fine figure of a man, but never heard of him. Later found out that he came to fame as a reality star in “The Only Way is Essex.” Now Essex, to those outside the UK, is the Land of the Orange People, famed for fake tans, dodgy money and sheer banality. This is of course the kind of stereotyping that I don’t really approve of – been too many times in history when stereotyping has led to people doing some pretty nasty things to each other.
So I watched an episode of “The Only Way is Essex” on YT, or more like it a bit of an episode – that was quite enough – to see whether such stereotypes were being challenged. Here’s a bit of the transcript:
First there is the health warning at the start:
On this show the tans are fake but the people are all real, although some of what they do has been created for your entertainment.
Hmmm! So this means the reality’s fake too, I guess.
Anyway, here’s a little bit of script:
Scene: a girl’s boudoir, somewhere in Essex. Abi is helping Jasmine put on her make-up.
Jasmine: Oh, you done it quite nice actually. It’s like really, really natural.
Abi: Natural look. Just for like the day, do you know what I mean? You don’t wanna go too much.
Jasmine: Oh my God. Tell me what happened on your date?
Abi: Oh my God. I haven’t even told you!
Jasmine: Hello! Hello!
Abi: Oh my God. So basically we turn up in the middle of nowhere in this field….
Jasmine: Oh my God. Was it dogging?
Abi: Course it wasn’t dogging! Oh my God! Gets out of the car. We’re going night fishing.
Jasmine: Are you joking?
Abi: Bloody night fishing.
Jasmine: What the fuck!
Cut to scene: a café somewhere in Essex.
Diags: How was fishing?
Tom P: It was alright actually. She was a bit wierded out at the start. She turned up in tiny little dress and lebootins. And obviously we was late night fishing.
Third guy: Do you fancy her?
Tom P: Yeah
Diags: I can tell you fucking fancy her.
Cut back to boudoir.
Abi: You could tell there was like so much sexual tension.
Jasmine: Helloooo!
Abi: Like um there was proper flirting
Jasmine: Did you kiss him?
Abi: Don’t ever kiss on the first date, do I?
Jasmine: No, no, you shouldn’t really.
Abi: It’s my number one rule. I think like the third date I’ll kiss him.
Jasmine: You love to play hard to get?
Back to the lads in the café.
Tom P: Basically I went through loads of effort with like this fishing date. I bought her wellies, she got in a sleeping bag, got her a coat. I didn’t get a kiss out of it. She couldn’t stay the night, ‘cos obviously she had to get back to her vicar dad.
Diags: Vicar? So what’s a vicar? Like a church person?
Third Guy: So what happens on date number two?
Cut to boudoir.
Jasmine: So where are you going?
Abi: I’ve no idea.
Jasmine: Again?
Abi: I know! He’s just like keeping everything from me.
The whole programme just goes on like this, and the next, and the next. People’s lives pass by as they watch this banal dross. As for challenging cultural stereotypes ………
So this is the cultural vehicle that propelled Mark Wright to fame and adoration. Hmmmm!
I’m surprised there weren’t any guys in the queue, as he has all the makings of a gay icon, but I might have missed a couple of cross-dressers in the crowd, I guess.
But people do like to adore, don’t they? He’s totally inaccessible but someone will queue for ages just simply for a moment’s encounter and unrequited love.
So why do people do this? Why do some people adore adoring?
Finally, mission accomplished, wonders seen and still smelling sweeter than any self-respecting heterosexual male should I get back in my car and join the exodus.
I switch on the CD player. It’s Steve Earl. Nice!
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Poetry and Sex: A Warning To All!
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Posted:Oct 25, 2013 3:20 am
Last Updated:Oct 28, 2013 3:17 pm
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Poems and sex are mighty fine,
But don’t try both at the same time.
I tried it at my poetry class,
Reciting as I fucked her ass.
I got kicked out for being crass.
No, don’t do it!
Reciting while I’m trying to fuck?
Well that invites the worst of luck!
Cunnilingus while I’m mumbling -
That's as bad as clumsy fumbling,
Ended with my baby grumbling.
Yes, I blew it!
My maxim is from when you show it,
Just forget you are a poet.
No need for fancy talking dirt
And grunts and moaning never hurt.
Just get in there and make her squirt…
Get down to it!
And you can whisper to her a sweet sonnet afterwards!
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Givers and Takers
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Posted:Oct 23, 2013 3:23 am
Last Updated:Oct 24, 2013 10:59 pm
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I was reading [blog SandraD1000]’s excellent post [post 3257986]. Do read it if you haven’t already. It’s an excellent, informative and most importantly useful article.
Well it got me thinking about sexual behaviour and reflecting on my own experiences and I started musing about those mind-blowing moments ... and getting quite distracted, of course ....
And somehow or other that got me mulling over the whole thing about giving and taking when having sex.
When it comes to sex I’ve noticed that many people will often define themselves as givers or takers. Givers go out of their way to be sexually altruistic and are often concerned that they ensure that they give their partner a quality of experience. It’s a nice thing to do and to a greater or lesser degree we’d all like to see ourselves as givers. But takers are more prone to show raw sexual energy, take you out of your comfort zone, make sex thrilling - that thrill draws some givers to takers like moths to a flame.
Many men in particular like to believe they can make sex thrilling. Some can. But that hardwired gender trait is enough to create taker behaviour. Quickies – spontaneous fucking – have an excitement about them, but who would want their sex life made up solely of them?
So then my easily distractable mind wandered to the analogy of giving and receiving presents. There is a real pleasure in empathising with the receiver as s/he removes the wrapping and discovers your thoughtful gift. But accepting is not purely a passive process – there are ways of enhancing the pleasure of the giver, even if it’s simply your enthusiasm for the gift.
It’s rarely that people purely give or take in consensual sex. There’s a balance of both and that’s got to be discovered in the context of both partners and what particularly turns each on. That’s a skill and it requires the right point at which assertiveness and empathy meet. Skills, by definition, improve with doing – so there’s no excuse, ladies and gentlemen – get down to it!
I think one of the reasons why 69 is such a favourite of mine is that giving and taking happen at the same time, but it’s not exclusive to that. In penetrative sex a vagina with good muscle control can give as good as she gets. The same is true for certain positions. So there are subtleties and nuances, and we all have to be giver/takers rather than see ourselves as one or the other.
Here’s a nice little exercise: get yourself and your partner a timer and set yourself five minutes giving and the next taking. Be strict about the timing, although you might want to increase the period. It doesn’t matter what foreplay you start or carry on with only stick to the rule and see where it goes. You might want to add to the game with a sleep-mask, but it’s not essential.
Well, get started, the timer's ticking!
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