Monday Music Madness

This is now one of my favorite music videos :)

We Watch Too

A couple of weekends ago on my other blog I mentioned that we were going to play pool and remarked about men who check out women's behinds when we shoot. Several of my readers unabashedly admitted they did this ;) Many of us of course know that you are checking us out - at least I know I do. That's why I often wear jeans and boots with heels when I play ;)

I wondered, did you realize we do the same with you? Again, at least I do. I love watching a man from behind when he plays pool. So many thoughts go through my mind... wonderfully wicked thoughts about behinds of all shapes and sizes. You can guess which thoughts run through my mind, can't you?

Terrific Tush Tuesday

"A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy." - George Jean Nathan

Do you find this to be true?

Monday Music Madness

Paula's just two month's younger than me. Doesn't she make 46 (or almost 46) look good?

Terrific Tush Tuesday

Ok... so I can think of all sorts of slightly tacky things to say about that apple, but I won't. I'll just think them ;)

Monday Music Madness

I thought I'd go back to posting a video or two a week that I enjoy. Perhaps some of you would like to join me?

A Bit About Chocolate

As far as I am concerned there is nothing that tastes better than a bit of chocolate. It should be a part of the food pyramid. Veggies and fruit, protein, grains and pasta, and chocolate. Seriously ;) When I am a bit down, a bit of chocolate is my friend. I can control how much I eat, but mmm it makes me feel all sorts of happy when I do eat it. Just regular happy though, nothing sexual... well... unless the chocolate was drizzled on someone's body, but that's a totally different story altogether.

A while back Bill and another friend of mine had both been teasing me about this "unnatural" female affinity. After enduring much teasing, I decided a hypnotic demonstration was warranted to increase their understanding.

I hypnotized each, offering something similar to the following suggestion, "For the rest of the day, whenever you taste chocolate, think about chocolate, or see anything chocolate you'll experience pleasurable feelings in any part of your body that your mind desires."

When I did this for Bill, I made a chocolate dessert for dinner. He was "impressed" ;) Later I ate Hershey's kisses in front of him. He was even more "impressed". Finally after seeing a commercial on TV for something chocolate he asked if I would please remove the trigger before we both became embarrassed ;)

Since I hypnotized my friend over the phone, I instructed him the day before to purchase some chocolate syrup. When we first started speaking I asked that he bring the chocolate syrup to where he was sitting. I offered the suggestion for the trigger and brought him up. Initially I had him just listen to me talk and not do anything with the syrup. I could hear in his voice that he was getting a little excited just from looking at the bottle. Then I told him about some of my past experiences with chocolate syrup - drizzling it over my partner's favorite appendage and then taking my sweet time licking it off. He was obviously more excited now as he stuttered and stumbled a little when he spoke. After a bit I had him drizzle the chocolate syrup on his finger. A little moan. Finally I had him slowly lick it off.

I'm guessing your imagination can fill in the blanks for the rest of the story. I'll only say that they both seem to continue to enjoy chocolate a bit more than they did before. And, the teasing is no more...

I Found Out Just a Little While Ago...

I found out just a little while ago that some of the emails sent to me are going to my spam folder. I have had a gmail account since very early in their development and have never had a problem with this happening til now. As such, I never checked it - just pressed delete. (Hmm.. I say I have never had a problem but who knows how long it's been going on?) It's weird because some of the authors of some of the email I found in the spam folder had written other things the past few days that have gotten through.

I'll be looking more closely, but I wanted to mention it in case someone has written and your email was inadvertently deleted. If you haven't gotten a response, it could either be that I haven't gotten to you yet (I still have some emails from late November forward to respond to) or that you've gotten caught in my spam folder. Since you have no way of knowing and I have no way of knowing, if you're anxiously awaiting a reply then resend your email (please mark the subject line to note that it is a "resend".

P.S. The photos have nothing whatsoever to do with the topic of this post. I just wanted to make certain I had your attention ;)

Yum

Right at this moment, I'm feeling about like this. That's a good sign, right? ;)

Things really haven't changed a lot here so I'm not sure what happened. Maybe it's because it's spring.

The Ghost Veil

THE GHOST VEIL

Arafin © 2008

It was so long ago since she first met him, that dark eyed soldier trying to make his way back home from some senseless conflict in a distant land under a strange and hazy sun. In his eagerness to see his homeland he had attempted a short cut through the mountains and mistakenly wandered into her little valley realm, a realm where she ruled with absolute authority, yet authority never in need of force. No. This lady of a forgotten time had at her fingertips a means of persuasion far more efficient than any sword or catapult, far more able to conquer than any massive assault or long siege. And it was with this persuasion that she had captivated the mind, body, heart, and soul of the young soldier with the dark flashing eyes.

Long ago when her forbearers had established this tiny sanctuary between the peaks of these remote mountains, the first queen in the long line of which she now held title, had woven a magic veil of white lilies, forgetmenots, and a little white flower found no where else on Earth. Into this gossamer cloth the ancient queen also wove all her magic and skills. Skills of bold hypnotic entrancement and of subtle conversational seduction. Skills of careful manipulation and of sweetest pleasures. For twenty one days she wove and then her work was done. In the frail white fabric were sewn spells which, in the hands of the rightful heir, could do to men’s minds what a prism does to white light, expand and color it into a rainbow of delicious jubilation. It could also do something else. It could absorb in ways too wonderful to fully comprehend.

The handsome soldier had only thought of stopping long enough to drink some water and perhaps ask where he might procure a meal, but the clever queen with hair like white gold had seen him and walked down from her terrace to meet him and work the magic she had worked so many times before. Approaching as if she were a schoolgirl, shy and wistful, (for she wore no robes denoting office), she let her gaze slip into his curious eyes. At once he found himself both aroused and bemused. Was she signaling him that she was willing to lay with him or just playing a youthful game? The answer to his unspoken question soon became clear as that little smile which had disarmed so many spread so slowly between the corners of her exquisite mouth that it seemed almost to stop time with it’s slowness.

Gazing like a statue he watched from within himself as this gorgeous creature raised the soft white veil above her head, swept it high, where it billowed on the still air for a moment before descending like a gentle mist over him, confusing his thoughts, jumbling his senses, and quite completely draining his will. She laughed now as he stared helpless and unable to move, his heart racing and his manhood straining against his leather breaches. With every fiber of his being he wanted this experience to both continue forever and climax in a fiery explosion of orgasm. She drew near to him now and bent her head to his ear to whisper.

A spell so soft and so clever was spoken then, combined with the spell of the veil, that the poor man had not even the slightest recollection of these events as the years passed and he raised a family and grew old in his home country across the wide mountains to the North. She had taken what she wanted and sent him gladly on his way with his satchel full of food and several skins of sweet well water to drink as he followed the little map she had drawn herself. He had found his way back to the main road and made it home after a fortnight, and she, she had gone back up to her terrace to savor that which she had taken and wait for the next handsome traveller to lose his way.

Whenever she was lonely for a mate she would don naught but the white veil, walk along the carefully crafted stone hallways of her high abode, and relish the sensations which emanated from that magic wisp of cloth. As sunlight touched this fairy mesh and she whispered the secret words, the veil would connect her to whatever lover she chose who the veil had ensnared, and in his dreams he would know passion such as waking life could never yield while she would waltz and shimmer to the music of the pleasure she had wrought. Only in his dreams would the young soldier remember the golden queen in the little mountain valley, believing it to be just that, a product of the mind. But she, she would savor for hundreds of years the joy she had known with him on that long ago sunny afternoon. The veil, like a ghost of dreamy love’s embrace, would hold these memories for her and all of her line that would follow.

Down through the ages the thin white veil would pass. Down through the ages would drift the dreams of love too sweet for even song to praise.

Terrific Tush Tuesday

I've been thinking the last couple of days that I must do some "normal" things or I will go mad with the weight of all the stress and worry. So... I've decided once again to start blogging. I still don't have time to answer most individual emails, but this is a start. (I know, I know, I've had this exact conversation several times and have let things pull me away from following through. I'm going to try very hard not to do that this time.)

So... "normal" things again. What can be more normal than TTT? It certainly made me smile to browse through all those photos stored in the TTT folder on my computer, although I do hate to think what would happen if my computer needed repairs and some computer techy type person peeked at my hard drive. A folder with dozens of photos of behinds? All those MP3s of erotic, dominant hypnosis? I think in the area of the country in which I live I would probably quickly be labeled a deviant and forever "watched". Perhaps not. I suppose it would depend on the tech... I might find that I have a new friend ;)

I'm almost certain the female tush photo is something I haven't posted before. I wonder about the story in that photo, don't you? Where she is, who she's waiting for, will they enjoy one another right there, right then? I love those right there, right then even though we're in public moments, don't you? At times circumstances dictate we can only surreptitiously touch. At others, there is so much more...

The male with the soapy behind.. well I may have used him before, but he's worth viewing again.

More soon. I know I have a blog meme from Nigel to complete (thank you Nigel). Duncan, if you still read I believe Nigel tapped you as well. We miss your blogging.

Oh... and I would like to say again.. william - welcome back. you have no idea how much I've missed you. Thank you as always for your lovely words.

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The Ride

Down the highway,
a two lane blond pathway
to a trance of helpless dreams.
A hypno-mistress whispers in one ear,
a hypno-domme suggests in the other.
Soon the ride turns down
and round in spirals
of color and hypnotic sound.
The contest winner is no beginner
and yet he has never gone this far before.
He obeys and submits to the two beauties
who will not quit until they have
refined his submissiveness
and made him more than fit
for purpose.

-william

(Pulled from the comments section for the previous entry.)

Tom Allen's Prize

Will this do, Tom?

Winner Winter Short Story Contest

I would like to announce that Richard, rdm_1950a, is the winner of my winter short story contest. His name was chosen by a random drawing (each story submitted led to the author's name being added to the drawing. Three stories meant three entries, etc). Congratulations Richard on your win.

Thank you to everyone who entered - your kindness and generosity mean a lot to me. I was so impressed with the talent you all exhibited and hope that you will continue to write.

Due to the extremely personal nature of his story, Richard has asked that I do not publish his entry online. I must of course respect his wish that it be for my eyes only. However, I will as my time permits begin posting the other wonderful entries that were submitted.

Thank you again everyone and I apologize that it took me so long to find time to do this.

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On another note, I would like to thank william for the poems he's left lately. I've really missed reading your wonderful words.