new gun

Missed my 20 guage.  Mainly for skeet at the cabin. Don’t have much interest in hunting any more. I would shoot a turkey though.


Think I’ll paint some. Then head for the gym. Maybe cut grass for a bit if it is still light.

Published in: on June 30, 2009 at 3:56 pm  Leave a Comment  

Daddy is spanking

All I told you this time was to wear no panties under your little sun dress. I was sitting on the porch when you pulled up. It had been weeks and you were so happy to see me. I walked out and helped you with your bag. It was fall, early fall when you don’t need heat or air. Just perfect. You entered and I closed the door behind you. I pulled you to me and gave you a deep kiss. My hands cupping your full asscheeks. Then I fingered you. Pussy so wet it felt like a tight hole of melted butter.

I kicked off my shorts.

“Get on your knees and suck that cock you like so much, slut.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Daddy huh? You want to be my little girl this afternoon?”

“Please, Daddy.”

“Ok, you can be my little virgin girl. Again. After dinner I want you to be my slut though. I want to flog you until my arms get tired. Maybe leave a few marks on your ass before I’m done. Why are you not sucking my cock?”

“I was listening to you Daddy.”

“You can’t listen while you suck? Crawl to the big brown couch for a spanking. You are a naughty girl.”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you will be.”

Published in: on June 29, 2009 at 4:46 pm  Comments (1)  

Painting tomorrow

I checked with the art store about my canvas thingy. The man who does it will be there at 10:30. So she wants me there if he has any questions. Wish I could deal with him directly but I have no idea who he is.
I sold one of my books at the book store. Got almost 6 dollars from the owner. I thought that was pretty good. I would like to do another book but I haven’t been writing much poetry. And was I have written is obscene.
It’s a very small room to paint so might not take too long once I start. I’m worried about painting the wooden blinds. Some are pretty dirty. Might be better to take them outside to clean and then paint. Do two at a time so I don’t get confused about where the go back.
Don’t know when the bed will get here. It will probably ship on Monday. The box set on this one is as old as the house I imagine. I never had a good bed my entire life. I’ll probably sleep better. It’s a good bondage bed. I love the side rails.
It’s hard to believe it’s almost July. And that I’m walking everyday in the heat. Fucked around today and let it get after nine before I started. Every year for the past 3 or so I’ve gained weight in the second half of the year. This time I’m going to lose weight. And be at least 40 pounds lighter at Christmas. I’m halfway there now. My Lit pictures were taken when I was about eight pounds lighter than I am now. Or any pictures that I have sent out. I’ll take some more next year once I reach my goal. I don’t think I’ll show my face though. Not in public anyway. Some people do. I just don’t feel comfortable doing it.
I promise I’ll work on the Lauren story tomorrow. I’d like to get it done and edited and posted.
Published in: on June 27, 2009 at 6:31 pm  Leave a Comment  

Quick one

Soon you’ll feel the sweet burn as my cock fully opens your wet little cunt and engulf you completely. Riding me hard even though I told you to take it easy at first. That I am a man with a strong sexual urge to satisfy. But you can’t help it. It feels so good and you’ve waited so long. Soon you get that tone of moan that lets me know you are ready. Just waiting for the command. I reach up and pinch both nipples hard almost sending you over the edge. I’m getting close too and want you to cum with me. I can feel your juices running over my balls and know you’ll gush like crazy. That’s what the towel is for. I suck my finger and put about an inch of it in your tight ass and tell you to cum.

Published in: on June 26, 2009 at 5:43 pm  Comments (1)  

couch fuck

Need to do some painting now. Sorry the blog as been so lame. Maybe I’ll do a couch fuck story tomorrow.



Published in: on June 25, 2009 at 8:17 pm  Leave a Comment  


Is now the official drink of the blog. The low cal ones are wonderful.
Published in: on June 25, 2009 at 7:43 am  Leave a Comment  

The cabin from a boat.

This is what I might put on canvas for the wall. Couch and chair will be here at 10am or so. Brown goes with any color so I might paint the room a light green.





Published in: on June 24, 2009 at 5:50 pm  Comments (3)  


Part of the check cleared. Once my sister gets out of my hair I can get some new stuff. I need a laptop so I don’t have to move this system downstairs. I like it but I have to run the air if I’m up here in the afternoon. Plus I need a back up if I’m going to start selling stuff on ebay.

Published in: on June 24, 2009 at 6:57 am  Leave a Comment  

My sister

Has invited herself here tomorrow morning. What a pain in the ass. I wish she’d get her stuff out of here. Bring a fucking U Haul or something. I think I’ll pick out some furniture after she leaves. Just the couch and chair. I’ll have to order a bed. Might as well wait on it so they can set it up for me when they deliver.

Painted the porch black today. It’s only 7×4 for or so. Nothing I sit on.

I think I’ll clear a few trees out back. Small enough to cut with a hand saw. I want to kill. Timber!

Published in: on June 23, 2009 at 6:30 pm  Leave a Comment  

photo to canvas

They can do this at the art store. Or send it off to get done. Take any photo and make art out of it. I’m thinking about getting the cabin done like that for my living room. Maybe paddle out  in the boat a ways. It’s not cheap, but not too expensive either.
I was hoping for rain but it petered out. Guess I’ll be watering later. Damn it. Thunderstorm watches and everything and not a drop. Gotta go to the gym now. I want full gym weeks and keep up my walking streak. Twelve days in a row tomorrow.
Published in: on June 22, 2009 at 5:58 pm  Comments (1)  

Sunday longest day of the year

Could feel the exercise effect on my body today. As I walked around Walmart. Like a big cat on the prowl.
No summer slump this year. It’s not bad at all to walk in the mornings. Yeah, some sweating, but sweat never hurt anyone.
Published in: on June 21, 2009 at 1:30 pm  Leave a Comment  

People of Orphalese, of what can I speak save of that which is even now moving your souls?

Then said Almitra, “Speak to us of Love.”

And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.

And with a great voice he said:

When love beckons to you follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, I am in the heart of God.”

And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

Published in: on June 21, 2009 at 6:31 am  Comments (1)