Toronto Floods

Had a post all set for tonight, but the events in Toronto have set my mood back to a point that I simply cannot edit.  One of the flood pictures was two blocks from my condo...and I am still on vacation at the Calgary Stampede. Everyone I have their, happy to say, is safe and sound...currently tucked in and sleeping...but I just want to get home. Regardless, back to our regularly scheduled program tomorrow.  

High Kicking for #SinfulSunday

This week I am hiding out in my hometown during the world's biggest rodeo...The Calgary Stampede...and nothing says cowboy and western like a certain fetish I have. Let's see if you can guess, shall we... Did you figure it out?  Am I being too subtle?  How about this one... Come on, now...you must have figured it out.  Admittedly, even higher is better, but...okay, let's try another one. Yes, the boot...or in this case the cowgirl boot.  Perhaps not as high as some, but jumpin' jehosafat do they look good when done up right. Something about that western garb is so hot and right now, flooded out two weeks ago or not, the City of Calgary is awash with gorgeous sexy cowgirl boots... As a football purist, I am not a big one on [Read more...]

Strandard on the Counter

Made this on my trip last week. They didn't get it. I should have asked for a bigger piece to make my kitchen counter out of so I could ravage someone on top of it. I have mentioned that not only do I write about wood...my job funding this writing habit involves selling wood, too...didn't I?

Cleavage

I have never understood the male fixation with breast size. Have just sat down at the pub below my condo and am finding the bar maid particularly flirtatious at the moment. The usual uniform here is the kilt and low-cut black T-shirt which, in this scribe's opinion, do more for the look of breasts than the white sorts of, say Hooters. I have stated many times that, if anything, I am a face man...first thing I see on a woman is her eyes, lips and hair. Likely explains a bit of my oral fixation ass fellatio is huge for me and i admit...being the sexist man that I am, I allow my mine to think of what her lips would look like around me. Second is one of two things, and this all depends on how she is dressed...legs are more common [Read more...]

I Will Be Her Clouds

She will be my sun. Brightening my time with her...and when she is away, trusting her...no, beyond trust...knowing she will soon return. I will be her clouds. Unlike the moon, I will not chase, but instead be there when she needs...whether it be to simple drift hand-in-hand for a while, or if she needs me to hide and cover her as she leans on me for help and warmth when she feels weakness. Then she will continue on her way to do what she must until she comes round to me again. I will be a mixture of her future and her right now...yet not her everything...as I will not be selfish. I cannot be her past, but will never restrict her from it. I will be the one she wants to share with when things happen...and she will be the first I think of [Read more...]