My First Tag

5 Things not yet in my blog (Thanks for the tag) >:D<
1. I am blonde (but not dumb).
2. I think all vegetarians would rather eat meat. Don’t you think hard core veggies look like ass?
3. I play piano at a fairly high level.
4. I wear contacts and glasses, but not at the same time.
5. I like to say "God, Guns, and Guts made this country, lets keep all three."
5 Tags – Gadfly, kinkyfarmwife, Cherrie, Shay S-spot, Madame X

A Fictional Blurb

He instructed me to write this, and in the same breath told me it would be the last thing I wrote. Encountering such honesty made me seriously consider what to put on paper, as, I assume, it does any condemned person. I have no real possessions so a will is useless. It would seem my time is short and whatever I type should be powerful and succinct, so I’ve decided on a warning.

It started at the mall, where I worked, he brought a Teddy Bear into the shop. It was such an innocent gesture. I flirted, we went to a coffeehouse, my first ever, so smart and refined. In hindsight this should have been a warning, why would an older man want me? His behavior was never improper, always treating me with respect while asking about my life at home. He knew I planned to leave that shelter as soon as I saved enough money and this seemed to impress him. As the weeks passed we grew closer and an offer of a security deposit was tendered. I was flattered, maybe even a bit infatuated. So the day arrived and after the heavy lifting we went to dinner at an upscale restaurant where I was told of a surprise. This is the last thing I remember.

I awoke in a darkened room, naked, chained to a cold steel table. This room was lit by a single lightbulb and he stood over me. Clothed, holding a transparent bag of fluid that bent the light, he explained "this will keep you hydrated, it contains no drugs to dull the senses I wish to access," and a needle slid into my arm. After that he told me the story of David, saying Michelangelo carved this sculpture from a flawed piece of stone, and like David, a masterpiece was hidden inside of me - and he then showed me the scalpel.

Upcoming Fiction

In a few days, after some refinement, I am going to post a piece of fiction. It won't be for everyone (or most), but remember it's just a story.
-The Holiest

Razor

Barbering is an intimate skill and to be correctly done requires some preparation. Towels, clean razors, shave cream, soap, a subject, and hot water - the solvent of life. In a few days I’ll shave his head bald, hairless, clean, and sexy and towel the hot water from it after a good rinse. He always gets frisky after a shave, and I’ll enjoy that too, but not before a drive. It’ll be in the Mercedes, flying down dark country roads with wild, reckless abandon; going nowhere too fast, clutching the steering wheel as the warm spring air ruffles my hair. Alone, I shall cleanse the image of a cancer-ridden little girl that died on my watch, so long ago.

Valkyrie

He sits on the edge of our king bed, muscular back heaving under a burden of tears I can not see and whimpers I can not hear. His life was not like mine, he was a soldier once, but not before we first met. We were both 15 and terminally in love - inseparable. He was and is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. His blue eyes indented within a hardened, symmetrical face, but those eyes say so much. They keep his secrets, even if the scars speak loudly. The old wounds along his right trapezius, the long closed holes in his right ankle and thigh, I often wonder the stories they tell. I know from my life they are knife and bullet wounds, and I so yearn to ask but dare not. At one point they were packed with blood and bone, but returned with fertile detritus from some rotting jungle in Central America. He paid a price so I could go to college, medical school, residency, etc. You know what I wish the most? I wish I had been there when they brought him home and that my healing hands put his pieces back together

Hello

Like, it won't let me post my wurds.

Cocks

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How Long?

Over at http://mypinktaco.blogspot.com/ I read that the average life of a sex blogger is six months, well I do not consider myself a sex blogger yet, I surely enjoy your sex blogs. Keep me reading....
- The Holiest

CH Part 2

So let’s finish our CH story before the Holy One goes off on another topic.
One night there was a house party, long after those that knew CH had become comfortable with his bizarre behaviors. It was crowded as most were in those days and the beer was flowing, but CH was nowhere to be seen. Then there was a commotion, and a group of "sorority" sisters fled yelling incoherently - as they also normally did in those days. After the party we all went upstairs to hang and crash, this was when the drugs and heavy alcohol came out. So we were sitting there, altered, and three athletes stormed into our room with one asking "Who was the fucking sicko that jumped from the bathroom and cracked a nut on my girlfriend." The moment was still, and we all looked at each other and simultaneously said "CH", we even told them he was right down the hall. Now let me remind the reader that this was at ~ 4 am on a warm fall evening, the hallway was dark except the light from our room, and these three horsemen vanished into the blackness after their prey. This was soon disrupted by another light, and then screaming, then the three men bolting past our door terrified, and lo and behold what was behind them but CH, buck naked with a hardon in one hand and a claw hammer in the other.
In the end CH dropped out of college and got help in his hometown of Atlanta, he returned to finish his degree and is now happily married with wonderful children, still living in the South.
This is a true story, if you recognize the initials and/or evening drop me a line and we can reconnect.

CH Part 1

The question becomes one of belief. Yes, this sounds like a college professor asking questions because it was exactly here, in college, that I met Charlie H. (CH hereafter). CH was a tall slender southern lad, with a normal cock; I wish I could say it was enormous or above average, but indeed it was simply adequate in every way and shape. Your thought might be – how do you know if you never slept with him? CH and I spent many evening studying together before and after our first real episode.
We were in a building (whose name I dare not speak but it had Ivy), studying on the ground floor, when CH left for a bit. Not surprising before midterms, except I heard a faint rap on the window, looked out, and there stood CH buck naked motioning for me to open up. So I did and CH plunged inward upon our table and began to pose down like a bodybuilder, then he began singing “Which Way America”, finished the tune to everyone’s amazement and lept out. Clearly there was something wrong with Charlie. After this behavior his appearances became stranger. For instance he adopted the peculiar habit of arranging every piece of furniture in his room at the center, and taping charcoal to the white walls in geometric mosaic patterns.
His onanistic pleasures also increased, he would simply start jacking off whenever and wherever he felt like it. You might be watching SportsMachine and CH would say “Do you mind if I beat off?” and he would take out his 5 iron and have a wank. It was all very strange. One night there was a party….

Metricized

First, you may think her Holiness does not have time for daily rituals, but wait, I do. Between the kids, work, sex, and the other business, I find time for regular running with my two hounds, Jack and Carter. Both are large Golden Retrievers, and when I say "large" both are over 90 pounds (should I convert this to kg for my non-US readers)? Would ya’ll like me to use the metric system? I am sure hubby would love for me to report his cock size in centimeters, that’ll make it seem huge. This gives me an idea, ahhhh, fuck it, from now on all measurements will be metricized. Except standard knowns, like my A-cups.

Blissful Mom

10 Things Mom Doesn’t Know
I shave my bits.
I could hear her and my dad.
I do not cook much (she would be ashamed).
I am successful.
I enjoy S&M.
I’ve had threesomes.
I am a survivalist.
I own guns.
I like pornography.
I am blogging.

20 Questions

An innocent (insipid) interview with the Holy One
1. Where are you from? US Upper Midwest (the central plains).
2. Do you have a name? Visile or L. :)
3. Age? 38.
4. Education? All the way.
5. Relationships? Happily taken.
6. Children? Yes and no more.
7. Where were you born? Northeastern Ohio.
8. Favorite Color? Blue, like my eyes.
9. Favorite Meat? Lamb.
10. Do you cook? Yes, although rarely.
11. Heritage? Polish.
12. Favorite Area of the US? California.
13. Jewelry? Very simple tastes, but gold is always nice.
14. Cars? A sporty one, a minivan, and a suburban. Sexy and practical
15. Favorite season? Fall
16. Favorite sport? College basketball, it’s March!!!
17. What time do you go to bed? 11 pm
18. What time do you awake? 6:30 am
19. Are you a feminist? No.
20. Are we going to see more interviews? Yes (or ask a question, I'll answer it honestly)

Oh Dear

It has been a few days and no new posts, although I doubt anyone cares. I have a good reason, I've been writing other text. Maybe this was not such a grand idea....could this become the world's shortest blogging time? I doubt it; I guess I'll have to give you a story, it might be interesting to read about my old friend Charlie H.