Tuesday, August 9, 2016

TMI Tuesday: August 9, 2016

TMI Tuesday: August 9, 2016

Let’s get goofy

Hi. Answer the questions below as always. Most of these are questions from famous advertisements. I don’t know how universal the ads or questions are, so if you have some famous advert questions from The U.K. or Canada or anywhere submit them forTMI Tuesday. You don’t have to know the ad to give great answers. Have fun, get goofy.
1. Whasssssuuuupppppp?
Your buuuuuuuuuuuuuuutt
2. Where’s Waldo?
Up your mama's dress.
3. The best part of waking up is?
With a strange kinky slut.
4. Got Milk?
Or did I just cum on your face?
5. Have you driven a Ford lately?
Yep and I left it for someone to Find On the Road Dead.
6. What would you do for a Klondike bar?
I thought you asked what will I do with this Klon Dike Bar. Now buns up deary.
7. Pardon me, do you have any Grey Poupon?
Why yes. Yes I do. In my pants.
8. Do you Yahoo?
No, but I frequently do Yippee.
Bonus:  Is a picture worth a thousand words? Elaborate.

After my  exercise and belligerent responses to the TMI quest this Tuesday I will indulge myself and share this.

I once saw a photo post of a "MySpace" (yes My Space) acquaintance and her enticing photo caused me to post these thousands words.  


A Picture Worth a Thousand Words

The first time I saw Cindy she was across the room at an exhibition of my good friends large format photography. She was admiring the work titled “Dead Geese”.  The information card next to the photo told the story and it was a beautiful photograph. Cindy, like many were drawn to the picture which conjures the wings of an angel as natural sunlight streams through the barn slats playing off the goose down to create a diffuse otherworldly glow.  But my eyes were drawn to another vision.  She was wearing a simple print dress accented with a bold splash of color on a scarf mantled loosely about her delicate neckline. The entire effect made the most of her spectacular red hair which framed Cindy's sensual lips, azure eyes, and delicate visage creating a harmony of visual delights. The way the fabric clung to her frame gave testament  of a delicious bounty of feminine curves on her lithe frame. This was a woman of presence.

Since I was tending bar for this occasion I could not go and introduce myself. I was working at the largess of my oldest and best friend, the large format photographer whose work was being featured at this showing. We had been friends since grade school. When I was at the top of my game I had been of assistance to his struggling career, now he was returning the service. Of course as old friends I don’t think either of us saw it as favors, rather an opportunity to maintain our lifetime friendship. I wasn’t much of a bartender, but gallery crowds tend to be of the wine and simple mixed drink mind so I was passing that night.

Since bar traffic was low this also gave me plenty of time to drink in Cindy as she flowed about the room. Here was a woman that was comfortable with herself. You could see it in her movements and interactions with the others. Her voice and laughter were intoxicating when she lingered near enough to my station to be heard. Occasionally I was caught watching her with more intensity than the hired help ought to. But when our eyes met and held she began walking towards the bar for the first time I could not take my eyes off of her as she slowly crossed the room. Best visuals offered me in a long, long, long time.

Cindy looked me up and down and fixed her gaze on me with puckish eyes, smiled, and ordered some incomprehensible cocktail which I had never heard of. The confused look on my face must have been the giveaway. She didn’t torment me long.  She gave me a smile and laughed.
“Not much of a bartender, are you?”

From her countenance I knew she was playing with me. Mercifully Cindy let me off the hook and ordered a simple vodka and was kind enough to stay at the bar so I could watch her look up at me with colorfully adorned eyelids and take a sip.

“Mmm,”  she said with a purr as her lips slowly left the glass and her tongue glided across both her  lips and glass rim seductively. I thought she took one last peek to see if I was watching as she walked away. I was treated to the sheer poetry of the most perfect derriere sheathed in the light fabric of her dress which accented the subtle flow  underneath. I was snapped back to reality by the order of a, “White wine please.”

I turned smiling having recognized Jenny's voice, the photographer’s wife and dear friend as well. “So what did you think of my friend Cindy?” she asked.

“Extraordinary” was all I felt needed to be said. Jen gave me that knowing smile that old friends share.

As the evening wore on I was pleased to catch glimpses of this extraordinary lady, but the best thing was that she was still there mingling with the guests, photographer, and Jenny as I was closing down the bar and cleaning up my area. From the snippets of conversation I overheard when Cindy was near I could tell she knew the art of photography well.

But I never expected to find her still there when I returned to the gallery from storing the last of the bar keeping implements. I was elated to see she was still among the small group of close friends and family that had remained after the gallery closing. When she saw me enter she engaged me once again with her eyes. Since I was to say my goodbyes to the evenings benefactors I had the perfect opportunity to be near Cindy again. This time with no other duty to perform other than to myself than to see if there was something there to be pursued.

This was no time to be my normal distant self, so I moved right to Cindy’s side were my friends did me the service of a formal introduction. To my great surprise Cindy was familiar with some of the documentaries I had edited. Not only the scientific ones, but my political work as well. While chatting for a bit her insights led me to believe that she was not just being kind but had actually seen the work. We seemed to share common ground in some of our views with the added spice of pleasant divergence as well.

The hour was late, and our friends were tired from their busy day, so as we said our goodbyes I offered to walk Cindy to her car. As we were leaving the gallery I had an inspiration and suggested we have a coffee at the Bistro on the corner. I knew the area well since I lived in a high-rise just down the street. To my delectation she agreed without hesitation.

As we sipped coffee the conversation easily flowed. I can not relate what we spoke of because I was transfixed as Cindy’s gaze shared her insights, intelligence, and comfort with us being together. Dessert was ordered and savored as we shared bites from each others plate spoon feeding each other as if we had been dear for years. I knew I could not let the evening end here. Upon entering the brisk night air of autumn I drew this vision close and we shared a lingering kiss right in front of the Bistro. I said one word.

“Nightcap?”

As we held each other close a knowing smile crossed her lips. Neither of us were thinking cocktails.

Once home on the 25th floor with the backdrop of the city lights framing the scene,  Cindy  began loosening her scarf with delicate fingers. She slowly lifted the garment that had concealed what I was now going to adore. The first hint of paradise was the stocking tops embracing shapely thighs.

Of course. Stockings!

This is a woman who is sensuous and enjoys the sumptuous details of the now. As the dress continued traversing the alabaster perfection that led to the manifestation of the bottom curves of shapely breasts, the words that would be repeated to each other many times till the sun came up crossed my lips...

“Don’t stop.”

P.S. She liked it

Yes she was showing off her stockings by hiking her dress a bit in her post 

And... 

Yes in the belligerent motif I seem to have taken this week in TMI land it indeed has TMW.

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Tuesday, July 26, 2016

TMI Tuesday: July 26, 2016

TMI Tuesday: July 26, 2016

What’s new? Another TMI Tuesday, that’s what!

Say What?

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1. What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done?
Send my kids to go off and live with their mother after she remarried and could offer them a better life. PS. That did not work out.

2. What did you do growing up that got you into trouble?
Became a googly eyed romantic

3. When was the last time you had an amazing meal? What was it? Why was it amazing for you?
A lovely woman I know made pulled pork taco's from scratch. We worked together and that made it so much better.

4. What’s the best/worst gift you've ever given/received?
The affection's of  a woman. 
5. What do you miss most about being a kid?
Having someone who paid for everything that they could possibly afford for me. It wasn't everything but they did the best they could.
Bonus: What is something you learned in the last week?
That people you love will make mistakes. Forgive. 
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Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Burping the Antichrist - 7. Restrained Beauties

As I slowly unbuttoned her blouse I was wondering where her brassiere went. The blouse was a sheer plain white button down and with Cheryl's endowments I can't imagine that I was so busy I hadn't paused a moment to breathe in the view as we transacted our commerce during business hoursWith a translucent covering such as this I know I would have spotted her brown nipples clearly through the fabricThose beauties were restrained earlier. I was sure. They were apparent and at attention now.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

TMI Tuesday: July 19, 2016 Share Early. Share Often

TMI Tuesday: July 19, 2016

People, hey! Good to see you back. Welcome, if it is your first time. Let’s get this TMI Tuesday going…Share!
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1. Hi there. Tell us about your job and what you do?
After spending years living to work I changed my ways and have worked to live for almost two decades. My most recent job was as phone fodder for various Fortune 500 companies that have compelled me to keep them anonymous. I left to have the medical industrial complex re-enact the closing scenes of "Braveheart" on me, only to return to a RIWF (Reduction In Work Force) situation.  A great big non return one might say.
Such is life.

2. What piece of advice would you give to a co-worker?
Control your things, don't let your things control you. 
Così è la vita.
3. What 2 pieces of advice would you give to a new blogger?
Blog early and blog often.
C'est la vie

4. What 1 piece of advice would you give to a veteran blogger–someone blogging for more than 3 years?
Life is too short to sweat the spelling.
Έτσι είναι η ζωή

5. What do you hope visitors to your blog see, take away, feel or learn?
That we never really know what is going on in the others person's head even in the most intimate of times. It could be better than our wildest dreams or a nightmare welling up from humanities deepest fears.
 ¡Así es la vida!

6. Have you ever had something happen to you that you thought was bad but it turned out to be for the best? 
Getting divorced. I was too busy living to work to notice how unhappy both of us were working to live with each other. Divorced opened the door to some truly fantastic and fulfilling relationships on oh so many levels and in oh so many ways. 
So ist das Leben

Bonus: What was the last experience that made you a stronger person?
Finding out that some truly wonderful people in my life have dealt with crushing adversity in a manner foreign to me and did not become smirking little blue cherubs as I did. 
Takie jest życie
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Thursday, July 14, 2016

Burping the Antichrist - 6. Zipper

I could feel the cold metal teeth pressing along the upper length of my rapidly rising cock. Fortunately she was yanking the pull tab towards her creating a blessed space as the steely clasp locker teeth separated  forming a gaping flying V hole for my release. Her normal finesse and feline grace extended to the smooth downward dispatch of the slider descending the zipper tooth chain. She was swiftly rewarded with the engorged head of me brushing the painted red thumbnail of her as I sprang forth in righteous rigid attention.  Her squeal of delight made this commando mission a rousing success. The maneuvers that ensued are an epic to be shared another time.

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Burping the Antichrist - 5. Slithering Attire Required

I was grateful that for the occasion of the company Christmas party. Britney had eschewed her usual blue jeans for a little black dress. Even better were the black thigh hi stockings which were now working their magic around Gina's busy cheeks.

Thursday, June 9, 2016

Burping the Antichrist - 4. Resident Redheads

Snarfy Barfins and Wheezie Sleezie were Slammies resident red heads. Snarfy was short, luscious and lascivious. Wheezie was tall, lanky and easy. #nsfw #SmutWithaSmirk #artisanalsmut #redheads

Monday, June 6, 2016

Burping the Antichrist - 3. Should You Care

Is today the day Wheezie Sleezie comes to town? Always #nsfw #SmutWithaSmirk #artisanalsmut

Sure that was probable not the question you first asked yourself when you awoke. So I did it for you.

Should you care?

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Burping The Antichrist - 1. Undoomed

If a doctor makes a recommendation in the forest and only I am there, has that recommendation been made?

So call me a skeptic, but after a lifetime of avoiding and not feeling a need for fixing what is working, the only things that were broken were the things I went in to have remedied. That has been done and have no correlation to any other remedy offered. Of course the outrage of not being on a plethora of preventive salves, solvents, and high dollar potions caused a ripple in the research which could only be remedied by a barrage of high cost, low effect pharma.

But who can afford that shit. Nothing market place when the market place will not  bear such prices. A billion burgers would not have been served if their price was $35.95 since 1962. The scourge of Golden Arches across the globe would have been suffocated in it's baby birthing bun.

As I slowly ween myself off Big Pharma's preventative crack I realized once more that everything is OK until it isn't.

Meanwhile I shall chalk it up to very expensive pee that has passed under the bridge.

I and the world around me shall be the better for it.

Now back to the long awaited transacting of commerce.

Friday, November 20, 2015

I'm Doomed - 6. Pay Up

Once upon a time the Narco Pharma Medical Industrial Complex would try to create a sense of urgency because they knew could badger you to pay when the Insurance Protection Racket Industry demurred about payment.

Now it is more a case of ..... whenever.

Meanwhile, now that the Insurance Protection Racket Industry actually has to pay for healthcare procedures rather then hoard the cash profits and invest them in black market oil deals with nefarious organizations generating more share holder profits; their collective whining is enough to wake the dead from past preexisting condition canards.

How do they do it.

Volume!

Step right up.

To top it off while being sliced and diced marginal source of revenue goes poof like the vapors released from incision.

Oh My.








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