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Posted:Jan 16, 2012 6:22 am
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Which actor?...
OK, I have one more question for you... (yes, I know I've been very inquisitive lately, but please indulge me once more)...
Suppose your life was being made into a film. Which actor/actress would you pick to play you?
I'll give you my answer in the form of a comment.
Thank you!
As always. My love. My kisses.
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funny expressions
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Posted:Jan 13, 2012 3:57 pm
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Funny expressions...
A long time ago, while I was working in the U.S. , I was out to lunch with a couple of women from the office next door. We began talking about a colleague of mine. Apparently they didn't like him much. One of described him in a nutshell:
"Toothy, this guy is so conceited, he thinks his shit don't stink!"...
I started laughing so hard... I just about choked on my lunch. It was definitely one of the funniest expressions I had ever heard.
So... What are some of the similar things you have heard? Do you have a favorite phrase that you use from time to time? Please tell me...
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more embarrassing moments...
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Posted:Jan 11, 2012 8:34 pm
Last Updated:Dec 18, 2015 3:47 am
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More embarrassing moments...
Well, some of you may have read my previous post . This is the second part. You'd think that by daybreak I would have been wiser. But you can guess the answer to that question.
George and the two girls woke up to find me finally decent. I was sitting on a towel laid on the sandy beach and flashing my toothy grin. Of course, I apologized to Sofia for keeping her up for almost the entirety of the night. She was pretty laid back anyway, she didn't mind. (Come to think of it, I wonder if she has a blog now and reminisces about some toothy that she went skinny dipping with some decades ago.)
By now, George and I had sufficiently sobered up. And we could find the way to our room. We were supposed to check out. Of course I came up with a brilliant idea. What don't we stay another day? Sofia and Gina would be with us. We still had enough money to get the four of us through. There was, of course, the question of sex. Would we actually graduate to that level? Could we save face after acting so childishly? Could we have one more chance?
Ever the practical boy, I listed the things we had to do. Exchange our tickets. Talk to the Inn keeper and make sure our room would be available to us for one more night. Last but not least notify our parents so that they don't worry. After all, this was our first trip "alone". having taken care of the tickets and hotel, we set about sending a telegram to our families. A telegram! Anyone old enough to remember what this was will tell you that it was the early (and very primitive) version of the text message. There were no telephones on the beach we were staying. We had to take the bus to town. Go to the telephone company building. Then wait in line and fill out a form. "Extending our stay. Stop. All well. Stop. Arriving Athens tomorrow night. Stop"... that sort of thing.
Within a couple of hours we had taken care of every little detail. Including the telegram. And we were about to head down to the beach to enjoy the blazing sun and the bluest and clearest sea imaginable. And yes, the company of our two Italian friends.
To be honest, I felt a little awkward. I had made such a fool of myself. I was looking for a way to make a better impression... to act a little older, a little more mature, a little more sophisticated.
After some swimming and some sunbathing I saw Gina take out a deck of cards. She told me she would often play solitaire. I saw a chance. And took it. I wasn't really a gambler. But back then I had learned how to play poker. I used to play with a bunch of guys. And I was getting good. I would usually win. Not much. But enough to pay for a night at the movies or so...
I smiled at Gina. "Do you play poker?", I asked her. "No", she said giggling a little. "Would you like me to teach you?", I asked. She readily agreed. A while later I had taught her the basics. The winning hands. The strategies. The ways to bet. Gina seemed like a pretty good student, so we started playing a little. She was getting better, even though she seemed to lack experience. I had to correct her a couple of times.
Gina had no money with her. Under other circumstances I might have asked her to play strip poker. But Gina was already naked. Her bronzed body fully available to my hungry eyes. And I was wearing nothing except for a my swimsuit. A devilish thought entered my mind. "Would you like to make a little bet of our game?", I asked Gina. "Sure", she said it so non-challantly... as if she was sure of her victory... I grinned. "Really?", I asked. "Sure. Anything", she confirmed... Ha. Just what I wanted to listen. "OK", i bargained with her, "why don't we make it a little interesting then? Let's play 20 hands. The winner can ask the other to do anything. Anything at all. How about it?", I asked, my grin getting wider. "Fine", she said once again.
Oh my... I was already picturing it. I could ask her for anything... Anything! I kept thinking that my vacation couldn't possibly come to a better end. I silently congratulated myself for deciding to spend another night at the island. This would be the summer's highlight for sure. Well, it was. Just not the way I imagined it. Gina turned out to be a pro poker player. I barely won a hand. She just wiped me out. I blushed a very deep shade of red, yet couldn't help laughing once again at how foolish I had been.
"Time to collect your bet", I said admitting my defeat, "what would you like me to do? You can ask for anything. Anything at all". Gina giggled. "I want you to buy a bottle of wine. Open it. And down the whole thing without taking your lips off the bottle!"... This was only hours after I had consumed 3 entire bottles of wine by myself. But I didn't bat an eyelash. "Done", I said and got up to go and buy the wine. Gina ran after me. "No, no", she said, "I was just kidding". But I wouldn't have it. She must have felt guilty for hustling me but it didn't matter. I was foolish. But I was a gentleman and a gentleman always honors his bets. I had lost. It was our deal. She finally sat down and watched me.
I drank the entire bottle in one sip. And never played poker again...
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embarassing moments
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Posted:Jan 8, 2012 3:09 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2012 3:49 pm
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Embarrassing moments...
This is something that happened long ago. Summer between sophomore and junior year in high school. My best friend George and I had gone on vacation. Just the two of us. First time unescorted by parents! We had gone to one of those beautiful greek islands for a week. We were very excited. And we tried to be wise. We would have fun but we wouldn't get in trouble. We wanted to be able to do this again and again. And we would...
We rented a room at this tiny inn on the beach. A typical little white cube, one of the hundreds that were clustered together in this typical greek island style. We would literally walk out of the place and be at the beach. We bathed in the blazing sun, lay on the sand and swam in the most beautiful sea in the world. We had our laughs, our hits and misses with the girls that we met but overall our week went by rather quietly. At the end of the sixth day we still had a good load of cash on us. I looked at George. "We can't let that happen", I said, "we can't go back to Athens without enjoying the money we have on us". He agreed. But asked me how I suggested we spend it. I pointed to the two girls that were lying on the beach not too far from us.
George looked at me inquisitively. They were Italian. We had heard them speak to each other. They were also naked. Fully naked. They had two sleeping bags with them. And that's about all they had. They slept on the beach. Ate fruit. And were obviously enjoying a rather spartan vacation. But I was determined to at least approach them. Which I did. Accompanied by a somewhat nervous George. He was always the shy one. And I was always the one who had to break the ice. I wasn't really that smooth. But I gave it my best shot.
I walked up to them. Smiled. Somewhat uneasily. I don't know if you have ever tried to strike up a conversation with a member of the opposite sex who is completely naked. And you are not... and well, you are concerned whether some parts of you might be protruding from your swimsuit. But I remained cool. I introduced myself. "Hello, my name is Toothy and this is my friend George. This is our last day on the island. So we decided to get drunk. And I was wondering whether you would care to join us"... My heart skipped a beat while the two girls looked at each other for a second. "Sure", they answered almost in unison. They were called Sofia and Gina. They were indeed Italian. Supposedly only 19 years old, even though I suspected they might be older. And yes, they were staying at the beach, they wanted to stretch their holiday as much as possible, so they had opted to cut such luxuries as hotels. And they would meet us at the local tavern around 9 pm.
I walked away almost triumphantly. "See?", I told George, "that wasn't so hard, was it?"... I was jubilant. I had asked them to get drunk with us and they had accepted. That meant they trusted us, right? In my mind I was already daydreaming about the potential sexual bliss that would occur that night. We bought enough condoms to last us through a sex marathon...
Sure enough by 9pm we were both showered and squeaky clean and ready to meet our two new friends at the tavern. Which wasn't really a tavern. More like a house with an extended yard. With tables and chairs. And the mom-and-pop duo who owned it, cooked a little more than they needed to feed their family and sold whatever was in excess to the local tourists. But at least they had wine... And Sofia and Gina wanted to get drunk with us! Well, there they were, all smiley and apparently happy to meet us. I think they may have been more interested in the food than the wine... but as it turned out they were eager to drink sufficiently as well.
Time flew and we were having fun. Luckily they spoke English (which, trust me, among Italians is a rarity) so we communicated very well. We laughed and laughed. But mostly we drank. My God, did we drink. I had three bottles of red wine by myself. Yes. 3 bottles . No idea how much anyone else had, I stopped counting after finishing my first bottle. Well, a little before midnight, the tavern was closing. We got up. Well, I tried to get up. I managed, albeit with some difficulty. Oh my God. I was drunk. I could walk. Sort of. I could talk. Sort of. But I was completely drunk. As was George. He was kind of silent. I was more, umm... joyous.
We left the tavern. Sofia was the one that was in the best shape amongst us. By far. And apparently the voice of reason. She took me by the hand. And whispered to me, "Come on, let's go to your room". Ah... Music to my young ears! Then came the disaster. "Where are you staying?", her voice was perfectly normal. But it made me crash land into reality. I looked at the hundreds of little white cubes sprawled on the beach. I drew a blank. "I don't know", trying desperately not to sound as stupid as I was. Sofia was very understanding... but gave it one more try. "Come on, which one of these little houses is the one where you are staying?"... I looked again. And this time didn't care about the tone of my voice. "I honestly have no idea", I said... then broke out laughing at how ridiculous this situation was. This was my dream scenario. We meet these girls on the beach. They hang out with us. They actually propose that we go to our room. And I am too drunk to find my way there! Worse yet, George is of no help either. He is having a hard time standing up. And is at times dead silent, at times giggling... I sighed.
Sofia was an angel nonetheless. She caressed my hair. And adjusted to the new situation. "So, Toothy, what do you suggest we do now?"... I grinned. "Let's go skinny dipping!"... I said gleefully. Much to my surprise everyone agreed. The beach was completely deserted. Everyone was fast asleep. So we walked to the area where Sofia and Gina had their sleeping bags. And soon enough we were all naked and slowly walking into the sea. Oh, it was magical. It was dark. And the water was cool. Yet so inviting. And it felt so good on our bare skin. Just before taking the full dive I turned to Sofia and said, "If I start drowning, will you save me?"... She laughed. "Of course I will", she answered. She thought I was kidding. I wasn't. Well, I didn't drown. Instead we swam for a bit. Hugged. Maybe even kissed. And then went out... which was when reality hit me for the second time that night. I couldn't find my clothes!...
After a quick search, Sofia managed to retrieve my underwear. But not much else. And it was getting cold. Fast. I don't know if you have ever skinny dipped. And stayed naked after in the cool summer breeze. At night! It is c-o-l-d... I sank. Sat on the beach. Feeling like a complete idiot. Curled up in a ball. And by now shaking like a leaf...
Sofia was ever the impersonation of kindness. She took my face in her hands. Looked straight into my eyes as if to jolt my memory. "My darling boy", she said in her softest voice, "please tell me where your room is". I stared back at her. "I... I... I... c-c-c-can't... ree... ree... remmem... remember...", I muttered through rattling teeth, my eyes looking at her like a deer in the headlights. I was buck naked. Shivering. And totally helpless. She took me to her sleeping bag. Tried to keep me warm by rubbing my back. But as soon as she stopped I would start shivering again. She finally gave up and tried to get some sleep. But couldn't as I was shaking violently. So every 15 minutes she would turn to me... "Please let me take you to your room", she would almost beg me. But to no avail.
I finally did the first honorable thing of the evening. I moved a few feet away from her in order to at least allow her some sleep. I squatted on the sand. And just stayed there. Still shaking like a leaf. My teeth still rattling... louder than a rattle snake... I spent the rest of the night like this. George and Gina were luckier. They had their clothes. And they had passed out into a sweet oblivion.
I have never been happier to see the sun rise. For starters because the rays of the sun gave me some much needed warmth. Oh, it was beautiful alright. I looked to my right. Saw everyone happily asleep. Then looked to my left. And saw all of my clothing items. My shoes. My socks. My jeans. My shirt. My sweater. All forming a long line on the beach. At about a couple of yards one from the other. And then it hit me. Before entering the water, in all my drunkenness, I had pulled a little striptease act...
I retrieved my clothes in silence. And prayed that Sofia and Gina had at least enjoyed my striptease...
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work...
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Posted:Jan 5, 2012 6:07 am
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work...
Alright. Some of you already know what I do for a living. And a couple of you know that this is my chosen profession and I wouldn't trade it for the world. But just out of curiosity...
What kind of work do you picture me as doing? Don't be bashful, now... I really want to know.
After everyone has replied, I will say my thoughts in the form of a comment.
As always. My love. My kisses.
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May I...
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Posted:Dec 25, 2011 2:44 am
Last Updated:Oct 30, 2021 6:32 pm
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May I?... "Show me show me show me how you do that trick The one that makes me scream" she said "the one that makes me laugh" she said And threw her arms around my neck
"Just like heaven" The Cure
Her eyes were watching closely as I opened that little box. She probably knew what was in it. Still, her anticipation was evident... When she first saw that pink vibrator she smiled. "What do you plan to do with that?", she asked innocently... as if she didn't know the answer...
I didn't say anything. I just approached her. And brought my lips to hers. Her naked body was sprawled in front of me in all its glory. I kissed her again. And again. Until I finally spoke... "May I?", I said in a soft voice... as if I didn't know the answer...
I switched the vibrator on... the slight buzzing sound causing more excitement... for both of us... I placed it on her clit first. Just barely touching her... just the slightest circular motion around it... then took it down between her pussy lips... until she allowed me to slide it inside her. I pushed it in gently. Then started moving it in and out... until it rested firmly on her g-spot. I started rubbing it all over.
"May I?", I asked again. Once again not getting an answer. Not in spoken form, that is. I leaned over. And took her clit between my lips... softly... slowly flicking my tongue all around it... then taking it between my lips and sucking on it... over and over... and over again...
I kept the vibrator in her... pushing it... probing... feeling her wetness flow heavier and heavier... my lips firmly planted on her clit... never letting go... my head bobbing up and down as my mouth pushed harder and harder on her... until I felt her hips raised a bit... her back arching... her fingers digging into my hair... her voice asking me not to stop... I held her tight... and shared with her the ecstasy... the sheer pleasure of bringing her climax about.
I kept the toy in her and moved up to kiss her. She quickly licked her essence from my lips... but gently pushed me away.
"May I?", it was her speaking this time. I smiled. And let her go about her delightful task. Her lips descended on me with the confidence of a hawk descending on its pray... only instead of claws she used her lips... taking my cock in her mouth as gently as ever... slowly sucking me deeper and deeper... her arm around my back now... pulling me closer to her.
My hand was still pushing the toy in and out of her... trying to match the rhythm of her lips going up and down my shaft... She was slow but she was steady. Her tongue swirling around the head of my cock, her lips envelopping me then her head going in a circular motion... driving me absolutely crazy... driving me closer and closer to the edge.
"Cum for me", she said between licks. And with that I just exploded. Thick spurts flowing into her mouth and disappearing down her throat. I held on to her... until all of me was in her. Then leaned over to kiss those sweet lips of hers. She let her tongue playfully in my mouth... then took out the vibe... and teasingly placed it on my cock. I almost jumped... but relaxed as I saw her playful grin.
"We're in for a long night, aren't we?", I asked... again not getting an answer... and again knowing full well what the answer was.
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Deck the halls...
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Posted:Dec 23, 2011 4:49 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2012 3:44 pm
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Deck the halls... Rockin' around the Christmas tree, at the Christmas party hop Mistletoe hung where you can see, every couple tries to stop
Rockin' around the Christmas tree, let the Christmas spirit ring Later we'll have some pumpkin pie and we'll do some caroling
You will get a sentimental feelin' when you hear Voices singin' let's be jolly Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Rockin' around the Christmas tree, have a happy holiday Everyone dancing merrily in the new, old-fashioned way
"Rockin' around the Christmas tree" Brenda Lee
I want to wish you all a very Merry (and a very sexy!) Christmas. And, as another song says, I want to wish it from the bottom of my heart...
On a naughtier note... feel free to paraphrase the lyrics of this song... I have a few suggestions already. But I'll wait for yours.
As always. My love. My kisses.
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the train...
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Posted:Dec 21, 2011 3:53 pm
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the train... Out of the night burning with light Train shining black, I won't look back, life is running Hoping some day someone will say I got it made Pull up the shade, let the sun in
"Night train" Steve Winwood
It had been a long day at the office. It was late in the evening. Way past my normal quitting time. I headed for the subway station. At least there wouldn't be the usual rush hour crowds... I went past the turnstiles, waited at the platform. Then finally boarded my train. I sat. Took out my book. And started reading...
Two stations down I felt a presence near me. I looked up. And there she was. Sitting across from me. Smelling like a dozen roses. Her bright eyes sparkling as she caught my gaze. Her red lips smiling. Her ample breasts barely hiding behind the soft fabric of her dress. I smiled politely not knowing what else to do. "I see we have similar tastes when it comes to books", she told me in her soft voice. "We do?", I asked... internally cursing myself for my lack of originality. But she was obviously in a forgiving mood. "I have read all of Mary Renault's books, she is one of my favorite authors".
I was about to start a diatribe about all the books I had read of hers. About how much I appreciated an alternative interpretation of mythology. But I didn't have the time. She placed her finger on my lips. "Don't say a word. Let's just enjoy the moment", she said suggestively. With that she sat right next to me. And placed her hand on my knee. I turned to her. Somewhat startled. But definitely in a pleasurable way. I blushed. She moved her hand up my thigh... and my excitement grew. Visibly.
I looked around in panic. Luckily the crowds were thinning. Just a couple of passengers. Sufficiently far away. I felt relieved. And so incredibly turned on. Her hand had grabbed my cock by now. And stroking it through the fabric of my chinos. When the last passenger had left I kissed her. But only briefly. With one swift move she sat on my lap. Her back leaning on my chest. She was rubbing her loins on mine...
She quietly lifted her dress. Unzipped my pants. Pulled out my cock. Pushed her panties aside. And deftly guided my cock into her warm pussy. Oh my God, she felt so good. So deliciously moist. So inviting. So God-damn fuckable. I circled my arms around her. My right hand fondling her breasts. Pinching her nipples through her dress. My left hand went lower... found her clit... and started rubbing it softly... in slow circular motions.
I tried to buck my hips. But she stopped me. "Stay still", she said, fully in command of the situation, "let the train do the rocking for us". She was so right. I just sat back and held her close to me. The train was moving quickly now. Slightly swaying on the rails. And every time my cock would go deeper in her pussy... then almost slide out... then find her depth again... It was simply divine. Her essence was beginning to flow out of her. She was riding me right into the realm of ecstasy... spurred on by the rhythmic movement of that train. I felt her pussy squeeze me a little tighter... I heard a soft moan escape from her lips... She threw her head back. Clenched her fists around my wrists... and started climaxing. I couldn't help it. I started cumming along with her... shooting hot sperm deep inside her... my body still... but my heart racing a mile a minute.
Her body finally relaxed. She rested her back on my chest. Sighed deeply. She got off of me just as quickly as she got on. I tried to speak but she shushed me once again. This time with a kiss. "This is where I get off", she whispered, then giggled as she realized the double entendre. And with that she was out of the train and quickly running up the stairs that led out of the station.
I was stunned. Never had I experienced anything like it. Never had I met anyone like her. Would I see her again?... But where?... And how?... It took me a minute to catch my breath... but I did. Eventually I picked up my book again. Then saw a business card marking the page I had read last...
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raw...
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Posted:Dec 20, 2011 3:17 pm
Last Updated:Aug 7, 2021 4:01 pm
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Raw...
[blog MargotRegina79] asked me in a comment whether I have started dedicating posts. My answer was no, but I am dedicating some recipes. It occurred to me that all the recipes so far were vegetarian. So if you are not into red meat, please skip into another post. In fact even for those of you who are meat lovers, this might be a bit excessive. However, I know that my dear friend and fellow carnivore [blog Jasminum64] Jasminum64 will appreciate this. In her previous comment she asked me where her meat was. I inquired whether she likes it raw. Well, here it is. My version of the steak tartar.
It is really a very simple recipe. Good ingredients are the key element. It is one of my favorite meals. In upscale restaurants they will prepare it in front of you. Ask you which condiments you want with it. Ask you how spicy you prefer it. Then prepare a small portion and have you sample it before proceeding with the rest of the meal. But I digress. Here we go...
Ingredients (serving two)
700 gr of fillet mignon (1.5 lbs.) one large onion finely minced a batch of fresh parsley finely chopped 50 gr of capers one clove of garlic minced(optional) 50 gr anchovies (optional) some Worcestershire sauce some balsamic vinegar some Port wine (or sherry liqueur) salt pepper one egg yolk (optional) and a very sharp cutting knife and clean cutting surface
Preparation
Use the knife to slice off any fat from the meat. What is left has to be 100% lean. Slice it into very thin strips, then cube it into tiny little cubes. You can use a grinder as long it is very clean but I prefer to do it by hand. Either way the result should look like minced meat. Place the minced fillet mignon in a bowl. Add a dash of Port wine (or sherry liqueur). Mix. Add a dash of balsam vinegar. Mix. Add a good dash of Worcestershire sauce. Mix well. Add salt and pepper to taste. Allow it to sit for a couple of minutes.
Add the minced onion. The finely chopped parsley. The capers. The garlic and/or the anchovies if you so wish. Mix very well. Finally you have the option of adding an egg yolk to the mix and stir it in. The result should have the density of mashed potatoes, ie neither too soft nor too hard. You are now ready.
Serving
Place it on plates and serve. It can be spread on toasted bread or [my preference] as meat accompanied with french fries. Well, speaking of fries, I will offer another variation on potatoes. But that's the topic of a future post...
Suggested drink: any dry red wine.
I know this is not a taste for everyone. But I hadn't posted any meat recipes... and this is a favorite of mine... so, I just had to share it with you.
As always. My love. My kisses.
don't ask me why i listed the forum for this as 'phone sex'... that could be 'raw' too, couldn't it?...
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dance with me?...
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Posted:Dec 16, 2011 5:43 am
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2016 6:12 am
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Dance with me?...
Rip 'em up!... "My heart is filled with gladness... Oh look... the orchestra's getting ready..."
Go to the U-toob. Search "Mambo craze"... the top video should be by "De-Phazz" and should be 4:20 minutes long. Play it. Please... and now...
Dance with me... Follow me down the path of that mambo craze. Will you sway your hips with me?... Yeah?... Doesn't it feel good already?...
Come on... give me a little smile... please?... Shake it up...
"looks like it's time for that certain holiday..." Well, isn't it?... Isn't it time to have some fun?... To just dance the mambo... forget about all else... and just get into that crazy little rhythm?... Isn't it just infectious?...
Yeah?...
and if you want an extra little laugh... search "Cary Grant the mambo craze"... it's a video that last 4:12 minutes... with some great scenes... from one of my favorite actors.
So, what do you say?... Will you dance with me?...
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toothy's lentil soup...
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Posted:Dec 14, 2011 7:17 am
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2014 7:54 pm
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Lentils... This is for a dear friend. Some of you are already familiar with her. She is prone to flashing her derriere through the pages of these blogs. menteluminosa She is one of America's hottest exports. She lives south of the border (yes, down Mexico way). She is [blog menteluminosa]. She once mentioned that she would be putty at the hands of a man who could cook. I decided to rise to the challenge. If nothing else, out of sheer curiosity...
This is my recipe for a lentil soup. It is a very popular soup here in Greece. However, true to form, I offer my own twist.
Ingredients
-one 500 g (1.1 lbs.) bag of fine lentils (should serve 6) -olive oil -balsam vinegar -3 large onions -3 carrots -a batch of parsley -two cubes of vegetable broth -some worcestershire sauce -tobasco (optional) -100 g grated romano cheese -half a pack of melba toasts -100 g (about half a pound) of black kalamata olives. (optional)
Preparation
Empty the lentils in a kettle. Add 750 ml (24 oz.) of water. Heat at a medium fire. Bring to a boil. (While you are waiting slice the onions, the batch of parsley and the carrots and break the melba toast into smaller pieces). Place a sieve in the sink. Empty out the water and keep the lentils in the sieve.
Place the lentils back in the kettle and pour a fresh 750 ml (24 oz.) of water. Add at least two soups spoons of olive oil. One soup spoon of balsam vinegar. The two cubes of vegetable broth. One tablespoon of worcestershire sauce. (Optionally a dash of tobasco). Add the sliced onions and carrots. And the batch of parsley. Stir well. Heat again at a medium fire. Do not cover the kettle. Stir every few mintes.
Normally it should take about 45 minutes. Unfortunately this will depend on how "quick" your lentils are. So after the 30 minute mark you will have to taste them to see if they are ready. You want them to be soft but not mushy. Once they reach that point, they are ready to be served.
When you pour the lentils in each soup plate add one soup spoon of balsam vinegar in each plate. Stir. Pour the grated romano cheese over the lentils so it melts a little. Add the broken-into-smaller-pieces melba toasts. Then add the olives in a decorative pattern, if you so wish. Enjoy!
I'll be posting more recipes soon. What with the holidays coming up... and all those hungry mouths at the dinner table... come to think of it, there may be some hungry mouths in bed too... but that's the topic of another post!...
Suggested drink: If you can stomach it, try retsina, the Greek resin wine. Otherwise any dry wine would do. Also any red ale. Or any stout like Guiness. (Although I would opt for London Porter beer).
As always. My love. My kisses.
. . . for those of you interested in more of my recipes: happy stawberries toothysmile's pita appricot kisses pink and soft taramosalata pesto pasta
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'Til your love comes down...
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Posted:Dec 9, 2011 6:29 pm
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'Til your love comes down...
I'll wait 'Til your love comes down I'm coming straight for your heart Van Halen "I'll wait" Eddie Van Halen's guitar was searing... Alex van Halen's drums were thundering...
... and I was so close to cummming. I could barely breathe. I was on top of her. One with her. My cock deep inside her. And I could no longer hold it. My orgasm tore through my body. That earth-shaking, volcanic-eruption kind of orgasm. The one that rocks your very core. I came and came. I screamed. Called out her name. Then buried my tongue in her mouth.
I stayed for a second. Looked in her eyes. That strange amber light still glowing in them... her lips half-open... a faint smile inviting me to do what I wanted to do. I smiled back...
My lips traveled down her body. Past her beautiful breasts. Down her torso. Until I got there... there...
The minute my tongue touched her clit she jolted back. I slowly circled around it. Then took it between my lips. Started kissing it passionately. My hands held her by the hips. Not allowing her to move. Even though she was already starting to buck. I took her whole pussy in my mouth. And sucked on it hard. I went wild. Kissed it like I kissed her mouth. My tongue darting in and out of her. Running circles around her clit. then taking all of her again and sucking on her.
She could no longer take it. Her entire body convulsed. And she started cumming. Her essence flowing out of her like hot lava. Running right into my mouth. Mixed with mine. Giving me back what I had just given her. I lapped and lapped. Until there was no more. Until she relaxed. Ran her fingers through my hair. And pulled my face to hers.
I kissed her lips. Shared with her our precious gifts. My tongue playfully teasing hers... I smiled again.
"I'll wait. 'Til your love comes down", I whispered. Then kissed her again. . . .
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a simple task...
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Posted:Dec 7, 2011 6:10 am
Last Updated:Nov 29, 2015 10:04 pm
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A simple task...
Some of you may already be familiar with the mischievous Ms. Sunny Feelgoodjanssen from a previous post, a brave guy. Well the days were flying by and time had come for Sunny to return to her native Denmark. I was obviously a little saddened. But such was life. She would return to her work. And my summer holidays would end. I would go back to high school. Yup. I was definitely saddened over that. But I knew that I would always have the memories of my good times with Sunny. And that never failed to bring a smile to my face.
On her last day I was supposed to pick her up from her hotel. We would spend the afternoon together. Have lunch in a nearby restaurant. No, not a Japanese restaurant this time. Have some final fun. Then eventually return to her hotel, pick up her luggage and I would take her to the airport so that she would catch her flight.
Well, our time together was just lovely. Like it always was. Laughs, long walks... the hours just flew without a care in the world. Wasn't that what life was supposed to be like when you are young? But we obviously enjoyed each other's company a little too much. "Damn. We are late", Sunny informed me, "I still have all these errands to run. Post these cards, stop by that shop, stop at the bank"... Of course, I offered to help. "You are a sweetheart, I knew I could count on you". What she asked of me was simple enough. (Or so I thought). I would stop by her hotel, pick up her suitcase, then meet her there and take her to the airport. So off I was for the hotel.
I entered the hotel lobby with the quiet assurance of someone about to perform a very simple task. But as soon as I entered, the hotel receptionist pointed at me, yelled "That's him, that's the young guy that was with her!"... Two policemen instantly ran and stood by my sides. And two older men approached me. One was the hotel manager. I would soon find out that the other was a police detective! My jaw just dropped to the floor. I was completely taken by surprise and by now, a little scared too.
The two uniformed policemen escorted me to the hotel manager's office. Where Mr. Police Detective approached me. He was a middle-aged man. Slightly bald. Dark. Sallow complexion. Tiny moustache. And small, beady eyes that were piercing right through me. He didn't waste any time. "What is your name young man?", he said in a semi-fatherly tone. I told him my name. He turned towards the window. "Where do you live?", he continued. "Just down the road, Sir, not far from here", I answered. By now I was worried in a big way. Not only did I not know why I was being questioned, I was worried that I would be too late to meet Sunny. And she had a plane to catch. Still, I managed to keep my cool.
Mr. Police Detective turned sharply and faced me. He came up close to study me further. "How long have you known Ms. Feelgoodjanssen?", he asked without warning. What!... What business was that of his!... the thoughts were running through my mind at the speed of light. Yet all I said was "About a week or so". Mr. Police Detective was unperturbed. "What is the nature of your relationship?"...
I waited for a second. I couldn't believe he was asking me that. How the hell was I even supposed to answer that question? Hell, I didn't even know what was the nature of my relationship with Sunny. I thought she had a part-time boyfriend back in Denmark. She wouldn't talk about him much. She was alone in Greece for a vacation. I was a high school at the end of his summer holidays. We spent time together. We had fun. And she was expecting me to pick her up with her suitcase in hand. And take her to the airport!... All this time I was silent, still looking at the detective in disbelief.
He frowned. "How well do you know her?", his voice was just a little louder now. "Well enough", I said by now gaining some confidence. "What is the purpose of your visit here?", he asked again. "I am supposed to pick up her suitcase. Then meet her and take her to the airport, she is going back to Denmark today", I answered. God, why was he asking me all that? I had done nothing wrong. I had nothing to be afraid of. But Greek police are notoriously slow. And my agony was rising.
"Wait here", he finally said. And exited the hotel manager's office. He left a uniformed policeman with me. To "guard' me? Make sure I didn't escape? I approached my warden of sorts. "What's going on?", I asked him in my friendliest voice. "I am afraid I can't tell you", he said with a poker face. "Just wait". I sighed.
It must have been 20 minutes, maybe half an hour. It seemed like two fucking years. But Mr. Hot Shot Police Detective returned. He looked at me. But this time I spoke first. Very politely. "Sir, can you please tell me what this is all about?", I said. "Very well, young man, I will tell you", he replied flatly. "A purse was stolen from the hotel lobby. Belonging to a guest of the hotel. A purse containing $1,000. [which back then was a lot of money!]. The lady who owned the purse left it unattended to make an inquiry at the reception desk. By the time she returned, the purse was gone. And all this took place at about the time you came to pick up Ms. Feelgoodjanssen! She is our prime suspect for the theft"... I gasped. I stared at him in astonishment. For maybe a second. No more. Then regained my composure.
The Detective was still studying me in silence. Then a lightbulb went off in my head. I decided to open up. "Sir", I said with the utmost respect, "may I say something?". He frowned some more. "Yes?", he said wondering what I was up to.
"Sir, I have known Miss Feelgoodjanssen for only a week. But she is an intelligent woman, that much I can tell you", my tone had now changed. I was looking at him straight in the eye. "If Ms. Feelgoodjanssen had stolen that purse, do you think she would have left her suitcase behind? Wouldn't she have taken it and gotten the hell out of here?"... For the first time I saw a hint of approval in his gaze. The thought had obviously occured to him. And my words must have confirmed it. Perhaps he even thought that whoever leaves a purse containing $1,000 unattended deserves to have it stolen! Yet he wasn't ready to let me go just yet. "Wait here", he said again. I panicked again. This time simply because I was late. Sunny would miss her flight. I mustered all the courage I could. Stopped the Detective before he left the room!
"Sir", I said, this time appealing to his sense of gentlemanship, "Ms. Feelgoodjanssen is waiting for me. If I don't get there soon enough she will miss her flight". He pondered my plea. Then finally gave me a half-smile. "Very well, young man", he finally told me, "go and meet your danish friend. Make sure she gets home alright". I don't think I have ever thanked a man as much. I took the suitcase. Walked out of the hotel as normally as I could. I wanted to run but feared that it would have seemed suspicious. But as soon as I was safely away, I zoomed to meet Sunny.
I found her visibly worried. She was upset but at least glad to see me. She smiled. "I was worried about you. What took you so long?", she asked with just enough politeness to conceal her agony. I took her in my arms and held her tight...
"I am so sorry, Sunny", I said in a very reassuring tone, "you know how unpredictable traffic can be in this city. Come on, let's get you to the airport"... Again... I spoke with the confidence of a man about to perform a simple task.
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