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
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
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.
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.
Friday, March 9, 2007
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….
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….
Thursday, March 8, 2007
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.
Sunday, March 4, 2007
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.
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)
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)
Thursday, March 1, 2007
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.
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