Friday, September 25, 2009

Pittsburgh, On Google Earth

"If I could start my life all over again, I would be a professional football player, and you damn well better believe I would be a Pittsburgh Steeler."
-Jack Lambert

Sunday the Professional Football Hall of Fame released the preliminary list of modern-era nominees for election in 2010. The initial list of 131 will be paired down to 25 semifinalists on November 27th.

Earlier tonight I was working through the list to prepare my prediction of who will make it to the semi-final round. There are several Steelers in the running and I was having a difficult time looking objectively at the candidates.


I started playing with Google Earth and not surprisingly I found my way to Heinz Field, home of the six-time Super Bowl Champion Pittsburgh Steelers.

But, then, the Steelers didn't always play at the confluence of the Monongahela and Allegheny Rivers. There was a time they played in the Oakland section of Pittsburgh at Forbes Field, not from from the University of Pittsburgh's Cathedral of Learning.

That's the Cathedral of Learning in the lower right hand portion of this picture and downtown in the distance....


Of course it's the Golden Triangle most people think of first when you mention Pittsburgh.

What makes this view special is that you not only see Heinz Field, but also Mellon Arena. That's it in the foreground, home of the Stanley Cup champion Pittsburgh Penguins....


No collection of Pittsburgh views, featuring Heinz Field would be complete, of course, without the requisite look from the top of Mount Washington....


The view from the other side of the Golden Triangle, with the Allegheny River in the foreground, to me, is one that's seen all too infrequently and it's under appreciated....


One of Google Earth's fun features is the ability to turn on the sun so you can see how the light falls at different times of day. It's most interesting, naturally, when you have the 3-D building feature turned on as well.

This is Pittsburgh at 7:19 AM and then at 7:19 PM...

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Stumbling Through My Inbox

Every now and then I have an email exchange, or swap private messages though one of the social media sites in which I'm involved, that is worth sharing.

Recently I published a post entitled Let's Get A Few Things Straight and followed it up with Sending People Screaming Into The Night Can Be Fun... Ho Ho.

Hunter S. Thompson was a prolific letter writer, as I was at one time, and his archive topped some 20,000 pieces of correspondence. The Good Doctor published two books made up of his letters, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman and Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist.

No collection of my correspondence would be complete without this exchange...

It began when I received this message in my StumbleUpon Inbox:

Thank you for the kind review. And this new friendship.
Happy Trails. :-)
Maggie

Thanks for the good words, Maggie. It's the human connection that makes social media worthwhile for me so I look forward to getting acquainted...because friendship doesn't come from clicking a button, eh.

This is the reason I stay on SU. People like you. I look forward to getting to know you.

Regarding people like me being a reason for you to stay on SU, I'd appreciate if you have a look at this blog post.

A stumble would help, if you're so inclined, but I'm more interested in your feedback on a human level.

Done. I like you.

You like me, Maggie? Well, what can I say, no accounting for taste. Ho Ho. If you have any feedback, given that we've just become acquainted, I'd certainly be interested to see whatever your take away might be, eh.

Thanks, of course, for the stumble.

---{-}->

When I saw that Maggie had landed on my SU page yesterday, about 2 1/2 weeks after our initial exchange, I returned the favor and visited her.

Visiting friends further fosters a connection, I think, and when a stumbler hits my page, showing interest in what I'm stumbling, I like to stop by to see if there's something they've thumbed that I might want to pick up.

It wasn't a stumble that drew my attention when I visited Maggie, though, but the fact that she'd removed me from her friend list. It was at that point we exchanged these messages:

Surely there's a note coming my way regarding your removal of me from your friend list. You're drafting it as I type, Maggie, I know. I'll be interested to find why you bailed after such an auspicious start. Ho Ho

Kilroy, my friend,

You mustn't take it personally.
I just can't always comply with your solicitations.
Sometimes it feels a little impersonal, though I love your style.
I am happy to reconcile with you, as long as I can be honest.

ho ho

Yes siree, Maggie, my faith in you paid off.

You know me well enough to understand, I'd say, that I believe it's relationships which win the day and without a human connection there's no use or value in spending time doing social media.

I do take it personally, though, when those people who call you friend diminish the value of that word by cowardly actions which are all too common in this sphere. But not you, Maggie, no, you delivered the goods, albeit a bit late, eh.

There's no difficulty in finding a Send Message prompt, to be sure, not far from that link which says remove and all too many lack the common courtesy, if not the intestinal fortitude, to simply click it to say adios or fuck you.

But you are not one of them, Maggie, and that's what makes you staying in or fleeing from my circle one and the same.

At some point, though, you did lose your way in understanding the path I choose vs. that which is most common among those who dwell in the stumbletron.

Solicitation is not something which should be taken lightly, I grant you, and it's not something in which I indulge frequently.

Rarely, in the short time I've known you, eh, did you ever see me ask for support of anything I sent your way, either as a Share en Mass, which comes clearly labeled, or a message directed to you? No.

That is true, you see, as my intention in sending communication to "friends" is not, in most cases, to ask for a stumble, or a tumble, but to forge a human connection...because that's what "friends" do. Right.

So, Maggie, what is there to say other than do as you see fit. There's nothing that trumps honesty and it's the easiest path so what problem should anyone have with that?

Cheers

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Joanna Krupa, Dancing With The Stars Season 9 Winner


Joanna Krupa.

Yes, after two dances I'm picking Joanna Krupa as the season 9 winner of Dancing With The Stars.

Joanna is paired with Derek Hough, who was Brooke Burke's partner when she won two seasons ago. Derek's sister, Julianne Hough, is a two-time winner.

Last night Joanna and Derek scored 24 of a possible 30 points in their first dance, the Salsa. Later, in a team relay round, dancing the Fox Trot, they upped their score to a perfect 30.


Yes, Joanna Krupa and Derek Hough did a smoking hot Salsa. Check it out...



I'll provide updates now and then on Joanna Krupa's performance. Right up through the final dance when she lifts the Mirrorball Trophy.


Joanna Krupa, Dancing With The Stars season 9 winner. You read it here first.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Cheryl Burke, Dancing With The Stars

I had the good fortune to date several dancers as a student at Park College. Any man who has become accustomed to sharing time with a professional dancer is likely to tell you that they are delectable creates.


TheSpecialOne enjoys watching Dancing With The Stars. I meanwhile frequently find it to be a good source for laughs. There are times, though, to be sure, when Dancing With The Stars serves as an appetizer for a night of debauchery.


Fans of Cheryl Burke received bad news this year when Dancing With The Stars announced it's pairings for the new season. Cheryl, whose a two-time champ, has been paired with Tom DeLay. Needless to say, she's not expected to be around when it comes time for the final dance.

What is it about Cheryl Burke that brings viewers to Dancing With The Stars?

Let's have a look at Cheryl Burke:

...doing the Jive with Drew Lachey



...doing the Pasodoble with Emmitt Smith



...doing the Rumba with Gilles Marini



...doing the Cha Cha Cha with Drew Lachey



...doing the Quickstep with Emmitt Smith



...doing the Salsa with Gilles Marini



...doing the Jive with Drew Lachey



...doing their Samba with Emmitt Smith



...doing the Jive with Gilles Marini



...doing the Mambo with Emmitt Smith



...doing the Freestyle with Drew Lachey



...doing the Cha Cha Cha with Gilles Marini



...doing the Cha Cha Cha with Emmitt Smith

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Sending People Screaming Into The Night Can Be Fun... Ho Ho

About a week ago I published a post titled Let's Get A Few Things Straight and included the following commentary...

I am, at times, purposefully provocative, incendiary, insensitive. Connecting on a human level, bringing people joy and providing a reason to think are all well and good, but, then, sending people screaming into the night can be fun as well. Ho Ho

That's right, Bubba, a sense of humor and an open mind are required along this strand of the World Wide Web and don't forget...you've been warned:

ATTENTION: The author accepts no responsibility for your spontaneous anger, personal outrage, blurred vision, headaches or any Post Traumatic Stress Disorder you may experience related to your visit.

Ho, ho.

To wit...

One lame dick bastard who draws stick figure cartoons and sends them out to his friends to be stumbled, while far too often not stumbling shares sent to him, wrote me to say he's on SU "to have a good time" and "laugh at funny shit" and couldn't be bothered with any concern as to whether he was stumbling my stuff while I was out looking for a place to spread the ashes of my friend.

What is there to say to someone like Jon? That is other than the fact his mother would have been better off to have an abortion than bring someone like him into the world?

That's right, SmackInTheCrack, I'm talking about you.

Seeing as you're "warning others" about me, in the review of my SU page that you wrote last night, I should do the same. Right.

I reviewed Jon's SmackInTheCrack page on StumbleUpon last evening, to be sure, and stated simply...

Jon is funny, not because he stumbles make you laugh or that his blogs are any good...it's that he's a fucking joke.

SmackInTheCrack responded with a review that was all I hoped for and more...

Kilroy60, seriously what is your deal? You asked to be my friend on stumble, then when I did, you complained about the things I was stumbling. On my own page, so I wished you the best and then you complained when I wasn't "friends" on stumble. Now, for the last several weeks you have gone to my websites, left hate comments, and now you go out of your way to leave bad reviews about me...

How old are you? I have a 4 year old nephew who does things like that when his best friend says he is a butt head. Dude, grow up, move on and have the balls to smile once in awhile and enjoy life. Instead of bringing the rest of us down to make yourself feel bigger.

I am just warning others that this dude seems to want you to be his friend and if you don't stumble his boring blogs then HE WILL email you, message you and leave bad reviews about you. He will go on and on about how you need to learn what stumble is about.

Burent0 - left a review about three weeks ago saying the same shit. I'm sure if you asked around stumble there are others this dude fucks with.

Ah, yes, but the fun was just starting. Later a friend of mine stumbled upon the review he wrote, remembered my Let's Get A Few Things Straight post and sent a message asking him if he was the Jon that was referenced.

SmackInTheCrack responded to the inquiry, saying...

Hi, yep I'm Jon. Good Grief the Kilroy guy is still being a dick huh? Sorry about him. About six months ago he friended me on stumble, after about a month of him sending me stumble after stumble of his paper he writes, I asked him to please stop. I mentioned his paper was very well written but I mostly stumble jokes and funny pictures. He got pissed and started leaving threatening emails. Anyway, I reported him to stumble and blocked him, then he started emailing my websites and even managed to find out who my brother is on stumble and then started leaving hateful and just mean messages to my family.

Be careful if you are his friend dude, I know a few other people he harasses because they didn't "friend" him. We have all written stumble and I am in the process of filling a restraining order against him, however my lawyer isn't sure what if anything we can do since he suposidly isn't even in our country and this is the internet.

Anyway, wow... that's a weird "hi how are ya" huh? haha

Nice to meet ya
hope you found something on my stumble page that made ya laugh.

Then he followed-up with a message in which he said...

No when he asked to be my friend on stumble he told me to send him anything I like. Of course I mentioned to him that i send out between five or so stumbles a day to all my "friends" All of which are jokes and funny videos. I even about once a week send out my favorite comic that I have written for that week.

Here is the important thing though. NOT ONCE, feel free to ask around have I ever asked anyone to stumble anything, or told them to. If they like it great, if not that's fine to. I was very upfront with him from the start that I wouldn't take any offense if he didnt' stumble things I send. They are sent only to make people laugh.

Yes it is nice to have a brother. Haha, but he is into computer science and things, so he rarely finds the things I stumble funny. haha He is really cool though. Most things he stumbles I find very boring.

As for the review of Kilroy I recently did. I got an email from stumble upon today saying I had been reviewed by him. Then I noticed on my website I had a link to the recent article he just did. I thought his crap might have been coming to an end. It had been almost a month since I had been harrassed by him. I left that review to warn other stumbles about the things he does. If you read through his reviews on his site, I am not the only one he does this to.

If he is your friend, I am very happy for you. And I don't mean to bring down your friend. I'm just saying he isn't the type of person I want to be associated with. I just wish he would leave me and my family alone.

Anyway... Wow, this has to be one of the longest messages I have ever left on stumble haha.

Hope you have a great weekend.

Cry me a river, you pig fucker.

Responding to your whining isn't worth a whole lot of my time, but I'll let you in on a secret... I'm having fun rattling your cage, Bubba.

It's a tangled web you weave when first you practice to deceive, eh.

I'm entertained by the fact that you're asking about my age and comparing me to your four-year-old nephew while at the same time you're complaining to SU. Going to the teacher to cry about people picking on you out on the playground. Right.

I about fell off my chair when I read this, but, then, I'm half drunk. You're talking to an attorney about getting a restraining order against me? What is it that you want to restrain me from, expressing my opinion about you and/or the horseshit you publish online?

Good luck, you impotent bastard.

Let me be as clear as I can, Jon, because you clearly have a problem with subtleties... You're a mother fucking prick and a liar.

Saying I harass people who don't friend me is one of my favorite accusations.

I have no problem getting friends, because I understand human relations and know how to treat people who are friends. You, on the other hand, are a dolt.

The notes you sent my buddy, of course, reflect your character as a douchebag.

Your characterization of any message I sent you as a "threatening email" is laughable. That's only exceeded by the idiocy of my "finding out" who your brother is. If I by happenstance sent a message to your brother that was less than complimentary then it was in response to the sort of behavior that must run in your family. In short, piss on you and him too.

It was good of you to point out that you're spamming your friends, sending out five or six shares a day. It's a good thing you're stumbling that drivel you publish, you swine, because I notice most of the time nobody else is supporting it. Right.

By the way, in one note you wrote you criticized what I'm sharing and in another you complimented me. It's tough to know what to say, isn't it, when someone has you chasing your tail. N'yuck N'yuck N'yuck.

Friday, September 11, 2009

A September 11th Revelation And Tribute

I was scheduled to go to breakfast at Windows on the World in the North Tower of the World Trade Center on 11 September, 2001. Later, I was to attend a meeting in the building, with an associate of one of my clients, to discuss a new project.

TheSpecialOne convinced me to call room service for breakfast instead and as it turned out we were making love when American Airlines Flight 11 slammed into the North Tower at 8:46 AM.

Up until now I've shared this story only with a small circle of friends. Eight years later, for the first time, it feels Right to make the story public.

This is not, though, a day to focus on my good fortune. Nor is it, by extension, a day to rally against the failures of the Administration of George W. Bush. As for the conspiracy theorists who are dedicated to rewrite history, I have not and never will validate your idiocy with a response. Selah.

Today I'm paying tribute to 10 of the victims of the 9-11 attacks.

While that's less than 1/2 of 1% of those who were lost that day, it's my mission to be sure the people who were lost are remembered, not just the event.

Raymond M. Downey, of Deer Park, New York, was 63-years-old.

He was a member of the New York Fire Department serving as Deputy Chief of Special Operations Command.

Raymond had a 39-year career with FDNY and is recognized as the "Father" of modern Urban Search and Rescue techniques.

He was the recipient of five individual medals for valor and 16 unit citations.

Raymond died at the World Trade Center, his body was never recovered.

He was survived by his wife Rosalie. According to his obituary he was the, "father of Joseph and Lynn, Marie and Girolamo Tortorici, Chuck and Melissa, Ray and Christine, Kathy and Brian Ugalde" and well as the "Cherishd poppy of Gina Marie, Nicolette Rose, Peter Raymond, Joseph James, Connor Joseph, Olivia Faith and Kayla Rae."

LeRoy Wilton Homer Jr., or Marlton, New Jersey, was 36 years old.

He worked for United Airlines and was the First Officer aboard United Flight 93 that crashed in Shanksville, Pennsylvania.

LeRoy was a graduate of the United States Air Force Academy.

He attained the rank of Captain while on active duty in the Air Force before receiving an honorable discharge in 1995. As a reservist he went on to attain the rank of Major.

LeRoy served in Operations Desert Shield and Desert Storm.

He was survived by his wife Melodie and his daughter Laurel.

Brian G. Ahearn of Huntington, New York was 43-years-old.

He was a Lieutenant with the New York Fire Department, assigned to Engine Company 230 in Brooklyn.

Lt. Ahearn led a crew of five men into the World Trade Center; they perished when the North Tower collapsed.

Brian was survived by his wife Deborah and his children Lauren and Christopher.

Craig Amundson of Fort Belvoir, Virginia was 28-years-old

He was a United States Army Specialist, assigned to the Deputy Chief of Staff of Personnel - U.S. Army. Craig worked as a Multimedia Illustrator.

Craig was assigned to and died at the Pentagon.

He was survived by his wife Amber Ann and children, Elliot Reed and Charlotte Marion.

Craig is buried at Arlington National Cemetery.

Garnet Edward (Ace) Bailey was 53-years-old, he lived in Lynnfield, Massachusetts.

Garnet was, at one time, a professional hockey player and, at the time of his death, he was working as the Director of Pro Scounting for the Los Angeles Kings of the National Hockey League.

He was a passenger aboard United Airlines Flight 175 that crashed into the South Tower of the World Trade Center.

Ace was survived by his wife Katherine and his son Todd.

Carolyn Mayer Beug, of Santa Monica, California, was 48-years-old.

She worked as a filmmaker and video producer.

Carolyn was a passenger aboard American Flight 11 that crashed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center. Her mother Mary Alice Wahlstrom was also aboard.

Carolyn was survived by her husband John, twin daughters Lauren and Lindsey and a son, Nicky.

She was returning home from taking her daughters to college at the Rhode Island School of Design.

Jonathan Briley was 43-years-old.

Jonathan worked as an Audio Technician at Windows on the World on the 106th floor of World Trade Center Tower 1 and is widely believed to be "the falling man."

He was survived by his wife Hillary.

At the time of his death Jonathan worshiped at First Baptist Church of Elmsford New York, where he was ordained as a Deacon on March 11th 2001 and served as a armor bearer for his father and pastor Rev. Alexander Briley Jr.

Jamie Lynn Fallon, of Woodbridge, Virginia, was 23-years-old.

Jamie, a petty officer third class, was a storekeeper assigned to the Office of the Chief of Naval Operations Support Activity at the Pentagon.

Jamie left behind a 9-month old son named Kahleb.

Andrew Garcia, of Portola Valley, California, was 62-years-old. To his family he was known as Sonny.

Andrew was a passenger on United Airlines Flight 93 that crashed in Shanksville, Pennsylvania.

He was returning home from a business trip.

Andrew was survived by his wife Dorothy, a son, Andy, two daughters, Kelly and Audrey, and one granddaughter, Madison.

Karen A. Martin was a Flight Attendant on American Airlines Flight 11 which crashed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center.

She lost her life trying to fend off the terrorists from entering the cockpit and assuming control of Flight 11.

Karen was 40-years-old and resided in Danvers, Massachusetts.

Both her parents had passed away and Karen was dedicated to keeping her remaining family close and helping her younger sister, who has learning difficulties, become educated and self-sufficient.

World Trade Center, A View From Space

World Trade Center - View From Space Station on 9-11 with commentary from Astronaut Frank Anderson

Thursday, September 10, 2009

The Woman And The Woman Within


The Woman And The Woman Within

Installment 1

We all know "those" women. And yet, we do not know them at all.

Beverly conveys an impeccably professional image. Tall and shapely, she dresses stylishly yet not in an overtly sexual way. While she is unquestionably confident, Beverly appears to be conservative and speaks in well monitored terms. Her brunette hair seems to always be in place and she regularly has her nails manicured.

The same Beverly enjoys wearing slutty lingerie and is likely not to wear panties at all when she sports her most conservative suits. She is very selective in those with whom she choose to be intimate. While some might believe the "public" Beverly to be a prude she in fact loves sex. She is adept in applying the power of submission; not only enjoys letting her hair down, but indeed loves having it pulled; moans and screams when making love and takes great pleasure from the response when she rakes her nails across a lover's back.

Thoughts of the evening to come are the first thing that enter Beverly's mind as she wakes to greet the day. She stretches and smiles; knowing that this evening would be spent having Eric make love to her. And fucking her.

Beverly closes her eyes and thinks of him; how she loves looking into his eyes as she stands tall in her heels, the smell of him, his broad shoulders and large hands. Eyes closed, Beverly begins running fingertips over her ample breasts; she circles her nipples as he does with his tongue. Thinking of his kisses, those wonderful kisses, she moves one hand down while continuing to caress her breast with the other. She runs a finger along her pussy; it is wet and steaming hot. In no time she is saying his name as the pleasure of one orgasm after another engulfs her.

Beverly is amazed at the thought it was the parent of one of her students who set them up. It still seemed almost fairy tale the way it was unfolding. Well, she thought, time to get moving....time to get to work.

Once at work, Beverly's daily routine started. Giggling interrupted her preparation for class. She peeked out into the hallway as a group of teachers appeared carrying a large basket of white roses.

Her colleagues giggled like schoolgirls, stopped in front of Beverly and handed her the card. "READ IT" they said. She studied the words. Carefully selected, she thought, as to leave no doubt about how he feels. Eric, he is so sweet, so thoughtful. She smiled enjoying the moment.

The giggling, once again, interrupted her thoughts. Beverly blushed. She was then shocked when one of her colleagues practically squealed, "THERE'S MORE!" They led Beverly to the teacher's lounge where she found a huge basket of pastries. Shaking her head, smiling broad and fighting back tears of joy Beverly invited her colleagues to partake of the generosity of her friend. Dare I say it, Beverly thought to herself, "my boyfriend"? The day seemed to drag on forever. Every class knew she was going out with her new guy. Needless to say it was a topic of constant converstation in her classes among the ladies.

Eric had said this would be an evening unlike one they had ever shared; a retreat that he knew she very much needed. What can that mean? After the events of the morning, she didn't know what to think. Had he been teasing her; were the roses and the pastries clues?

Beverly hadn't figure this puzzle out, yet. While she wouldn't tell Eric, this was part of the relationship that was really fun for her. I will figure it out, she thought, maybe tease it out of him? A devilish smile plays on her lips until a student gives her a smile of his own.

She quickly went back to her desk to clear the last of the work she needed to, so that she could devote all her attention to enjoying Eric's company.

As the clock inches towards the bell, Beverly is packing up almost as fast as the students. She smiles at the butterflies in her stomach at the thought of spending the evening with Eric...no deadlines, no work, no papers to get in the way of us. She blushes at the remainder of that thought as the bell rings.

Beverly stands, dismisses the class and fixes her hair and make up. She walks out in her new outfit; hoping he will enjoy the short, deep purple, flared skirt with black blouse combination she selected. The extra inch in her heels was not an oversight on this day either.

As Beverly entered the hall, there was Eric...holding the door for a mother and her child. She just smiled and shook her head at the amazing man that had entered my life.

Installment 2

Beverly enjoyed seeing him there. He was tall, smartly dressed, and looking at her as she walked down the hallway.

Beverly never seemed to know the proper way to breathe around Eric. He made her melt. She felt a glow in her being, and tingling everywhere. Beverly knew her nipples were erect. By the scrutiny of Eric's glance he could see the way he affected her. He smiled and her heart pummeled her chest.

When Beverly approached him, Eric took her hand in his and kissed her ever so lightly on the cheek. She could smell him and her senses reeled. At that moment, all Beverly wanted was to be his. Unconditionally and completely.

Ready to go, Eric asked. All Beverly could do was nod affirmative as they opened the door to the sunlight. As they reached his car, Beverly was extremely excited. He opened the car door for her; standing so close to that she felt his breath stirring her hair.

Beverly was getting moist for Eric, anticipating tonight. She wanted it to start now. Her breath was ragged, uneven, as she climbed into the car. Sitting next to him, she felt the heat of his thigh pressing against hers. She wanted more, so much more.

Beverly looked into Eric's eyes and for a brief moment the world stopped for her. She was dripping for him. As they pulled out of the parking lot she turned to him and said she could not wait. Beverly laid her hand on Eric's thigh. She caressed him, moving in long strokes from his knee to his groin; not touching his loins, but wanting to. She heard a sound escape Eric's throat and he leaned back slightly so his loins were more accessible.

Beverly then touched Eric through the fabric of his trousers. She molded her hand to him feeling his hardness. She nibbled on his ear, kissed his neck...gave him pleasure...wanting him to want her as badly as she wanted him.

Beverly unzipped Eric's pants and pulled out his cock. She touched it, with nothing between her hand and him. He groaned and she started to slowly caress him. Beverly knew that she was pleasing Eric and she loved it. He took her head and lowered it, wanting so much more from Beverly than her touch.

Beverly licked the length of Eric's shaft in one long stroke. She looked up at him and started to devour him. He adjusted the seat back as far as he could and still reach the pedals. Beverly positioned her mouth over the tip and licked, sending quivers through him. Her hand went to her pussy, inside it, to fondle the hardened nub. Eric let out a loud groan when she put her lips on him and slowly worked down, taking every inch. He was slightly thrusting, wanting her to move faster. Beverly obliged Eric bobbing her head up and down, feeling his erection get bigger for her.

Beverly felt Eric tense and sucked even harder on his cock, knowing that soon he would explode. She wanting it. More though, she needing it. With a loud moan, Eric squirted down her throat. Feeling him twitch set off her own mild orgasm. Beverly slowed her pace, let his breathing start to normalize. Then, she took him out of her mouth. She raised up and smiled devilishly at him.

Eric put his arm around her shoulders as she zipped up his pants. "Are you ready for tonight?" he asked. Beverly just smiled.

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Thanks to my collaborators A Texas Rose, A Rare Gem and Mistress Regina. If you're interested in adding an installment to the story email it to me.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Fond Memories of George W. Bush

I remember George W. Bush fondly, but, then, I'm half drunk. Seriously, though, even if you don't respect the person you have to respect the office.



Childish and disrespectful? You betcha. Thank you, former governor Palin. Ho Ho

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

In Praise Of The Female Form


One of my favorite scenes in Animal House comes toward the end of the movie, when the Deltas are wrecking the homecoming parade.

A teenage boy is looking at an issue of Playboy when a woman dressed as a Playboy Bunny is thrown from a float and falls through his window. He delivers his line with vigor, "Thank you, God!"


Of course it's not unusual for references to Playboy to pop up in movies and television programs.

Hugh Hefner has appeared on television shows, both alone and with Playmates, dating back to the 1960s including entertainment programs, interview shows and news magazines. He's also been in movies including History of the World: Part I and Beverly Hills Cop II.


I suspect I probably look at Playboy differently than most men, in terms of the centerfolds, because my long-time love, TheSpecialOne, was offered an opportunity to appear as the Playmate of the Month and she turned it down.

A beautiful woman is something to behold, I grant you, but a combination of beauty and brains makes for a package that can't be beat. TheSpecialOne exemplifies that ideal.


I've been a loyal subscriber for years and enthusiastically supported TheSpecialOne when she suggested the possibility of contacting Playboy to pursue an opportunity to be featured as a Playmate of the Month.

No surprise, eh, that I derive great pleasure from photographing her?


I've said before that I'm a lucky man, blessed in any number of ways. The ultimate, you can be assured, is the relationship I have with TheSpecialOne.


It's great fun that TheSpecialOne enjoys bringing a woman into our bed on occasion. She never has a taste for another woman unless we share her, although she doesn't object to my spending some time watching.

TheSpecialOne has an appetite only for delectable creates and we have never had one whom she chose say no.


One of the things I love about TheSpeialOne is that she is adept at presenting herself as a lady in public and playing the role of a whore behind the bedroom door. No woman I've ever known is able to span the spectrum as she does.


Understand, it's not my intention to gloat. I've received numerous emails asking questions about TheSpecialOne, approaching my four-year blogoversary it seems like the Right time to answer some of them.


Speaking of the Right time, yes, I'm heading upstairs to worship at the altar of my goddess. Cheers