Monday, December 15, 2008

Distracting Mary Janes

She wore simple black mary janes. 3 1/2 inch heel. Her legs were bare beneath her skirt despite the quite cool weather.

The meeting room was warm... and i was warmer because of her presence.

the way her foot moved, her ankle turned...

and tracing the line up her legs... admiring her skirt... the white oxford beneath a red sweater... her deep, dark eyes...

i'm sure she caught me once or twice... maybe i caught her, too

always, always... it was back to the mary janes...

the just right shoe for today

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Monday, July 21, 2008

Lincoln County, KY

That's where I'm going to live.

I visited there in high school a couple times and was taken in by the school -- by the community, by the welcoming people and warm environment.

they play their football games in "death valley"

it was a long, quiet drive from our suburban school to this rural one. but it was well worth it.

at 16, i knew i would teach English and coach a debate team there. Of course, i haven't been back in 16 years ... wait, 17. but they recently hired a new school superintendent... and had i known it was open, it quite possibly would have been me.

i still harbor fond memories of a place i visited twice. Where distractions like a mall and Starbucks are far, far away.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

My M&Ms

are ready to eat

take them out of the bag and just put them in your mouth, you say?

no way!

all the red, brown, and yellow ones are on the left.

all the green, blue, and orange are on the right.

I take from each pile evenly... one or two at a time.

sometimes, i do green and orange and yellow and blue and then just eat the rest

sometimes, i make designs

today, it's just 3 colors to each side, and eating even.

it's a system

it works

it's chocolate

Monday, June 30, 2008

Fruit Salad

I'm at the water company paying my bill and this is what i hear:

"well, what are you going to bring for his going away party?"

"i hear he likes fruit salad, the kind with marshmallows."

"i've got a recipe for that kind, you know, with marshmallows. it's the kind with creamy sauce."

OK, so i immediately think: who the fuck needs a recipe for fruit salad?

What if "he" doesn't like creamy sauce?

here's my recipe for fruit salad: put some damn fruit in a bowl ... apples, pineapples, orange slices, bananas, some orange juice, grapes, maybe a few walnuts... and then throw in some marshmallows. if you don't want marshmallows, don't put them in.

my aunt used to make a "creamy" fruit salad that had raisins, nuts, and celery in it.. i guess you could put marshmallows in that, too...

my whole fucking point: who needs a damn recipe to make a fruit salad? fruit, a bowl, marshmallows ... that's it.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

About Church

I'm driving to work today and the sign on a church reads: "When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears."

hmm.

I'm not comforted by this. In fact, it makes me a little worried.

First, what if i'm not righteous? Who decides? What happens when the slightly left of righteous cry? Can you be right of righteous? Is the Lord ignoring sinners?

Also, it's great that the Lord hears the righteous -- but what will He do about it?

so, if i need help, i might cry out to the Lord on the off-chance that I'm righteous and that therefore, He will hear me... even though there is no assurance that if my cries warrant a listen, I'll also get a response.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

AEH

she haunted my dreams...

every day, i'd go to the same lunch spot... i spied her there and saw her get the same sandwich in the same bag and then leave each day

the next week, i followed her ... she went home

on tuesday, i followed her again... home

on wednesday, i watched the window and saw that she was upstairs

i got out of my car and followed the trail of white cherry blossom body spray to the back door of her house

just inside, she had taken off her strappy summer sandals

i opened the door, picked them up... 5.5

put them down, closed the door, and back through a haze of hot summer and nervous energy

it was all a dream

but when i awoke, i felt i had learned a secret

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Saving Money on Gas

Here's a little tip: live closer to where you work. why do people live away from the "city"? just move downtown or close to it and walk or bike to work.

so many of America's larger cities close down at 5 or 6 when the work day ends... why?

also, get a car that gets good mileage. 30 mpg or more. what? they don't make an SUV that does that? then stop buying SUVs until they do. It's called supply and demand. As long as consumers keep buying big, gas-guzzling cars and keep paying $4.00 a gallon for gas, gas prices will stay high.

So, drive less -- and drive fuel efficient. And tell automakers you want an SUV that gets 50MPG or better... and yes, they CAN do it...

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Overheard

Just a few interesting tidbits of conversations I've heard in recent days:

1) At McDonalds: "let me tell you about that taco bell. when you order a chalupa, they don't give you enough meat. they're always skimping on the meat. now, when you go to that new one, you know, over on X road, they know how to put meat in a chalupa."

2) In the checkout lane at the grocery store: "I tanned before i was dating him and I'll keep on tanning. yeah, before we were 'together' he didn't know i tanned. when he found out, he freaked. but i'm tellin' you, i'm still tanning."



more later...

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

The Mission

One of my favorite movies of all time is "the Mission"

The music is great, the cinematography is outstanding. just incredible all around.

when i first watched it...over and over, i might add, i knew i was just like the Jeremy Irons character. Pure, innocent, on the right path and never wavering.

Now, I'm quite sure I've strayed from that path. that I may be much more like DeNiro than Irons. That I have to work at purity and that the darkness creeps in quite a bit.

i miss the Jeremy Irons I once was... but i have realized that you can't go back. You can't recapture innocence. It's the lesson you can only learn by experience... and by experience, you lose the innocence. Sure, i like being wiser and knowing more about the way things work... but i also crave that earlier, more pure way of viewing the world...

by the way, i think this blog is heading to be far less naughty and far more nate...

we'll see

Monday, June 2, 2008

The Neon Bible

Has anyone else out there read this book?

i started thinking about it last night and couldn't sleep.

i don't think i can read it again. not now.

just thinking of the ending makes me sad. thinking of the whole story actually causes a deep emotional response.

i first read that book when i was 19 or 20.

i think i'll go up in the attic and get it out tonight... read it and see if it makes me cry.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

ok

so i'm posting

and yes, i want to write something up about cinemacowgirl (the hot pic referenced in an earlier post) ... about how she was taken ... about how lying silently, she was gently awakened by strong hands...

about how she was surprised that he had come home, about how she gave in to him

about how the only thing that penetrated her was his thick, long fingers

how she responded angrily at first, then became subdued as pleasure overwhelmed her

search for the post where there is a comment and a link to a picture -- you'll understand

after more than an hour of his focused, powerful touch, she was spent

and at just past 9 AM, she is awakened again ... this time as the beams of the morning sun pierce through her window

she aches and smiles

Friday, April 11, 2008

The KEY to a great orgasm (or 3)

RELAX!

that's it.

yeah, i have an orgasm most everyday. sometimes at work when i'm a touch stressed, sometimes at home to ease the path to sleep.

but the last couple of days, i've had some amazing orgasms.

i have been out of town ... yes, on business. but had some time alone -- really, really alone in a hotel.

we ate great food, i enjoyed good company during the day, and i felt incredibly relaxed

no looming deadlines back at the office, no urgent calls, no early morning wake-up calls.

and so i took full advantage, took matters into my own hands

and thoroughly, completed enjoyed a full scale exploration of my body. guys, if you are just going for the stroke and not touching all of your body, you're totally missing out.

sure, when i've got a few minutes in the middle of the day and then it's back to work, i go for the goods and get it done

but when you have the time, take the time

relax

feel your own hands touch your own body in places you might never have known could feel so good

not only did i sleep better, i woke up refreshed -- and harder than i have been in a while.

here's the deal: stress impacts your erection. it can make it less hard, it can make it harder to achieve a "repeat" performance

finding that time of relaxation can rejuvenate the very hormones and body chemistry that are key to maximum enjoyment of sex

so... relax

and you'll have some amazing, incredible, wondrous orgasms...

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

My new, highly scientific diet...

Yup!

in addition to the new workout moves, i have a new(er) diet. hmm.

here goes so all of you all can get in the same great shape that i'm in... or, not in... hmm

Breakfast:

1 FiberONE bar (i like Oats and Chocolate)
1 Tall Caramel Macchiato at Starbucks.

About 450 calories, lots of fiber, and 12 grams of protein (plus, some calcium).

snack: two peeps (i like peeps chicks... but rabbits will do) 64 calories, virtually zero nutritional value

Lunch: 1 tuna sandwich and a handful of jalapeno cheddar pretzels from Snyders.

snack: 1 small bag of m&ms

Dinner: Spinach Salad w/Olive Oil and garlic salt and either 1) a NY strip or 2) a couple of broiled salmon fillets

Night Time Snack on select evenings: 1 jack and coke OR, if i feel really good about the week i've had, a half of a pint of Ben & Jerry's Oatmeal Cookie Chunk ice cream (usually on Friday, then i'll eat the other half on Sunday)

no desserts at night during the week.


that's it. how to stay in the shape of Nate!

Friday, April 4, 2008

new workout

So, every 2-3 weeks I switch up my weight-lifting routine. I usually do some light lifting 3-4 days a week. Mainly to maintain my weight and keep a good tone to my body.

last night, I added a new set of lifts and today i feel great.

that ache is in my shoulders, my chest, even in my thighs

and i love that twinge of pain reminding me that my muscles are developing in new ways

i have to do it again tonight because it was so challenging and then i'll probably take tomorrow off

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

what would you do?

if Anndi's legs (see below) were in front of you in those incredible shoes?

could you stay shy?

I thought not...

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Ok, this is perfection...


and you can find who belongs to these peeptoes here

TNT

or ... Totally Naked Tuesday...

who wants it?

Monday, March 31, 2008

today's post..

a new post.

for today.

Monday, March 17, 2008

hands...

So, I'm at Lowe's buying stuff for a project at my house.

When I gland in front of me at the cute-ish girl with dark hair and jeans. And notice. Her hands.

Yes, Chick, this is because of yoru post...

her hands are quite nice. They appear soft and rather delicate, her fingers are long, but somewhat thin and her nails are well-manicured. The tips of her fingers have a thickness, something that tells me they could apply a touch of pressure.

i imagine where they might go.

on top of clothes, at first... exploring and warming

i see the fingers dancing on my belt buckle...

i see them going straight down, stroking me to attention...

i see them on my thighs, my chest...

two hands now, working me with delicate intensity

i close my eyes and just feel

just experience each fingertip as it brushes against my skin

her hands...

i wonder...

how many people are having truly interesting sex?

I mean, there are 300 million Americans.

How many of us are having interesting, engaging, incredible sex?

Sure, YouPorn and Xtube paint a picture of some hot sex among regular people...

but who is really, truly being satisfied? is it 1 out of 10 people? 2?

Friday, February 22, 2008

his house

He lived in the heart of downtown in the quiet college town. a 1 mile walk to campus was his each day.

his third year on the job, he had just turned 30. he loved his subject, he loved the campus, and he enjoyed his students.

his home loomed over the block ... all red brick and arched doorways. three stories of memories and history. 3 years of his life now. a professor's income was all it took to purchase such a gem -- and along with everything else in his life, his home was coming together nicely. on light teaching days and often into the night, he toiled, the home's once-storied glory gleaming through polished hardwoods and curved banister.

the night was cool, misty. the first of spring with winter's touch still lingering.

the last he remembered, the red eyes of the clock showed 1:12 AM.

she approached the rear door as she had time and again. she had watched him since the end of the previous semester. followed him back after his last russian lit course of the day. for her, his thoughtful cadence had brought the great poets to life. she imagined the lean, pale physique hiding beneath his impeccable suits. imagined lying in his arms, his soothing voice comforting her.

she had tried to flirt, to encourage him to respond. she wore the shortest of skirts... she tried a business-like look, she studied hard and then asked for his help, pretending to be confused.

no go.

he was all business, all literature, all passion for his subject and his life and his house. the one glimpse into his personality that his students sometimes found was his house. he would talk of it as a friend, a companion, a comfort that satisfied him -- he didn't drink, smoke, go to bars or movies. he simply read books, taught class, and had his house.

this time, she would make it past the door. unlocked as it always had been, she had been trying to determine the best approach.

she knew from observing that he was finishing the upper floor. a hidden study lurked at the top of crooked stairs -- boasting a window that allowed a view of the entire town.

the light was still on, so he was either still working there or stopping to read.

she made her way carefully to the back stairs. she took off her shoes, leaving her socks on to muffle the sound. she wore jogging shorts and a sweatshirt.

in 8 minutes, she was at the top, opening the sliding door into the only illuminated room in the home.

she discovered him -- not working or reading -- but collapsed on a couch, work pants and white shirt.

better than she had imagined.

she approached him carefully, took in his small but toned frame. his dark-rimmed glasses still clung tightly to his face, his hair unruly and a bit sticky from hours of work

she knelt at the couch, let her hands touch his arm, her mouth planting gentle kisses on his shoulder.

she tried to ease his shirt up, urge it off, and he awoke.

he seemed startled, a bit angry. his vision was fuzzy, and he barely recognized her.

she was maybe a touch over 5 feet tall, her hair light brown and curly, her legs perfectly shaped from soccer and running, her sweatshirt covering the rest.

he remembered her -- always catching his eye with her provocative dress -- especially when she wore a suit. but he treated just as he did all his students.

she looked at him as if to say "let me do this for you... let me take what we both want..."

he pulled her to him, kissed her, and forced her shorts down. as hungry lips devoured tan skin, his pants were unzipped, and she felt hard, throbbing intensity against her cool leg.

He came to an upright position, taking her with him. with one hand on her hip and one on his cock, he entered her.

her moan was delight to his ears and he drove in further, her damp cotton sweatshirt against his sweat-stained shirt.

he pulled her down, and let her up a bit, then down. he was in total control of her body and she was in heaven. her body squeezed tightly against him and she felt him lean back, then fill her with hot fluid.

as he pulled out, she admired his glistening, still hard member.

he stood up and pushed her to her knees. he grabbed her head and pulled her to him.

her lips and tongue responded appropriately, delighting in the flavor of their juices, dancing on his still-hot member

he pulled back and knelt facing her, laying her on the floor, he pulled off her sweatshirt and caressed her with kisses on her shoulders, teasing her neck while hands massaged her breasts and nipples...

as he worked his way down, he took joy from her sweet taste and turned her on her stomach, taking time to tease her anus with a stiff tongue and a probing finger... then back to the sweet spot as she squirmed

he knew she was close and knew what he wanted... pulling her up on all fours, he drove into her ... hard, strong, his hand around her waist, holding her in place. as she convulsed in ecstasy, he filled her once again, one, two, three... thrusts... a fourth... and he falls down on top of her, his cock semi-hard, still inside.

3:42 AM. that's what he thinks the clock says as he awakens, a small, naked body beneath him.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

another favorite -- Katie Holmes

Katie's great shoes!
The incredibly sexy Katie Holmes!




Thursday, January 17, 2008

A simple, sexy HNT

From Vixen

She's just incredibly sexy

and posts the most wonderful pics...

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Bathroom Cell Chat

just 3 years ago, I didn't even own a cell phone.

I was always annoyed by people who were on their phones in the bathroom. I just didn't get it.

And then today, I'm in the bathroom, and I'm checking my email.

No, not taking a call. So at least I was being quiet. But there I was, cell in hand, checking my email.

I guess I didn't want to waste any time until I got back to the office so I could post on my blog?

Hmm.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Kelly Ripa


Here's what I'm talking about!



and here is another great shot...

The woman is lovely -- and her feet are incredible. Not to mention her amazing selection in footwear.

Monday, January 7, 2008

purple tights

She wore purple tights today.

walking quickly as I headed out of the breakroom, she nearly ran me down.

not that i minded.

because later, i observed from the back her purple tights, shoes off, dark hair

i imagined the break room late at night

her walking in ... a glance

a kiss

and we give in

small, pale hands work my belt undone, shove into the warmth of cotton and cock

her skirt, unzipped, falls to the cool white tile

our warmest parts aching to unite

boxer briefs are pulled down

as are purple tights

i lean back against the table, pull her up, her legs closing in, constricted by the tights

the initial entrance is incredible, but moving in past the head of my cock proves tight ... she forces her self down with a scream and the suction on me is amazing

i'm fucking back now, pulling her down, lifting her back up, letting her pussy lips linger at the tip of my cock

and thrusting her down upon my angry shaft

her hands are on my face, pulling me into her, our kisses intense with hunger

my hands on her hips, pulling her onto me

purple tights, small feet still covered, dark polish showing through

one more thrust, then out... and exploding all over her pale stomach and trembling legs

she bends down, cleans me up with her tongue

and we part ... for now

How kinky are you?

I'm 469 -- definitely kinky! Go here to find out your score. but i'm not as Kinky as Vixen -- maybe she could teach me some things!

what about feet?

guys?

do you like a woman's feet? suck her toes? massage them?

and ladies... does it turn you on when a man appreciates your feet?

personally, i think kelly ripa has some of the most lovely feet out there... small, high arch, always wearing amazing heels.