Dennis felt the leash tug. He had slowed to look out the window as they continued. Stars passed by at a near palpable speed. "This isn't right," he whispered. One of the dobermans growled at him as it watched over its shoulder. "Silence!" The goddess reminded him. She reached into her long black coat and pressed something. Dennis almost collapsed from the shock rocketing through him. He doubled over but was able to keep walking. It took a second before he realized it had come from the ring on his cock that was leashed to the goddess' hand. He straightened back up and his gaze returned to the starlight streaking past. The remainder of the walk was in silence. Still flanked by the two dobermans, she led to another door. She stopped and [Read more...]
"Help?? Polly?" Dennis woke on his cot. The cot was more comfortable than the metallic floor of the cell. Except for the blanket over top of him, he was naked. Turning to the wall behind him, he used his thumb to scratch a diagonal slash through four upright lines he had put there on previous mornings. A quick count of the sets of five and he estimated thirty days in the cell. Being the only light came from a single bright white ceiling tile that never turned off, it was a best guess. The only other gauge he had was the loud roar followed by the floor vibrating that seemed to happen once per day. The vibrations would help him fall asleep and it was now his habit to lay down when it happened. He stood and padded over to the small toilet [Read more...]
I am running a bit late this morning, so just a quicky and I will blog more from the car later on in the day...again, I do not text and drive...I only blog and drive (not really). I have brought up "The Doberman" that lives with me a few times. On this blog I have brought him up specifically in Hannibal the Doberman and Trapped On High. High time I posted a picture of him here. Again, he is a rescue. I am not even completely certain as to how old he is. His owner died in November of 2009 and at the time I was told Hanny was around eight or nine. Now, we are thirteen months into his residence here. Making him nine or ten...truth is, I suspect he is closer to eleven or twelve. He has some swelling going on, and very little energy [Read more...]
Before anyone asks, I had the NFL website up on one tab, but no television or radio makes it a very dull watch...so I have Rush crooning about Nobody's Hero and am surfing for writing ideas for the next week. Now...Why is it called the "money shot"? Actually, I do know the answer and, as usual, I'm going to type a few extra characters so that no explicit sexual commentary shows up on my Facebook blurb for those that don't fucking want to read that shit. Wait...I did that wrong...FUCK! Oh well, so the money shot, of course was the shot that cost the most money to make. In the case of pornography, where I believe it is recently used more common than anywhere else I am aware of, it is the point when the man orgasms and his sperm ends up [Read more...]
"This is awesome." Gray whistled as he walked along the beach. His bare chest glistened with oil, and the long navy blue bathing shorts almost down to his knees. His feet were sockless and covered with black flip flops sloshing beneath him. The waves splashed at the rockdy beach like a tongue playing with genitals with the Sun in attendance over head. A few small boats passed off in the distance. Gray smiled at the blonde walking along the path the other way. "How you doing?" Her quizzical look returned to him as she pulled her coat around her and pushed white breath from between her thin lips. As soon as she stopped looking, Gray allowed himself to shiver. Goosebumps made his legs rub together like sandpaper. "Damn, I look good," he [Read more...]
Just drying off after a shower when, low and behold, one of my favourite songs showed up on my iTunes schedule...perhaps you know it.
"Pork chops!" Polly blinked. Dennis said it again, "Pork chops! Would you like a pork chop?" Polly wagged his nub of a tail in agreement. "Yeah, I figured you would like that." Dennis wiped his hands on the fropnt of his white apron. "I'm a master with the Foreman!" Polly wagged more agreement. Polly three pork chops out of the package, he lay them on a plate. He took the plate over to the Foreman Grill perched on top of the microwave and lay the three pieces of meat on it and closed it. He picked up his beer and wandered into the living room. Dennis was average height and a little overweight, but carried it so most would not notice. His hair was mostly gray on both his head and beard. "That's why we like you, Mulder. You're ideas [Read more...]
Lately I have been stretching the boundaries of my sphere, shall we say. This all started, roughly a year ago when I finally broke down and signed onto Twitter for the first time. Thanks to BlackBerry technology, I am not certain I ever sign off of there anymore...I wake up in the middle of the night, flip my phone open and let the Tweets sing me back to sleep. Just in the fall I made a new friend on there, it seems...we'll call her Molly. She stumbled on to my blog and, liking what she saw she dragged me to a site she runs called Just Kinky. Cute site that seems to be in a growth mode. Since I joined in late December, the membership has gone up by ten percent. I take full responsibility for this, of course. *cough*BULLSHIT!*cough*. [Read more...]