Word of The Day

Is Blah.

My trip is almost over… back to reality in a few days… but overall right now…

Blah for a lot of reasons.

Out Of Blog Assistant

Out of Blog Assistant is: [x] On

Hello, You have reached the Blog of SP. He is currently away from his Blog and will not be back for a little while. He would like everyone to know that he has left something for you to read, 1 post below, in his absence. If you have not visited his HNT, 2 Posts below, he recommends to visit and leave many hot, suggestive and naughty Comments. He does appreciate them. A lot.

If you need Immediate Assistance, he may be reached by email and could possibly be able to return them. As long as he has phone service.

He hopes everyone stays well and posts numerous HNT pic and/or naughty stories so he may be occupied upon his return. That is all.

The Blindfold Pt. 1

I’ve been working on this on and off for a quite a while. I had Two Parts written, but was able to combine them into One for this post.  So now it’s all just Part 1. I may do some more work on it while I am away. ~ SP

The Blindfold Part 1

She was warned.

“Don’t buy anymore stuff!” His voice very stern.

“Stuff? What stuff, honey?” She knew exactly what he meant.

“You know what I mean!” His face glaring at her.

“But I thought you liked me in the sexy things that I buy? Especially the tight little tops and low cut jeans. Or the skimpy dresses or my low rise g string panties…” she says coyly.

“I do, I do! But you have enough of everything for me to enjoy looking at you in a different outfit every day for 3 years!” he says exasperated, waving around the most recent credit card statements in the air to no one in particular.

“But honey” she pouted.

“I MEAN it!!! We’re going to have to take out a loan to build you a new closet to fit all that stuff you have already! I’m putting my foot down. No More!!!” Hands on his hips now, still glaring at her.

She moves over to him, looks him in the eye and then purrrs into his ear.”C’mon baby, you’re getting yourself all upset” she breathes, then nibbles his earlobe.

“You’re not getting out of this!” He retorts.

“Mmmmmm… I know what you need to relax” She nibbles again then slowly lowers herself to her knees.

“I mean it! No more!” Voice still stern, trying to be strong.

“Oh shush, you big meanie” and unzips his pants, pulling out his already hardening cock.

“Mmmmmm looks like someone wants some attention, not like it’s big, mean daddy” She slowly encircles it with her mouth and sucks it in.

Ok Ok, HNT!

The results are in for my little impromptu HNT poll,  thanks for the responses!

And the comments were pretty much, “Stop being a dumbass and post!”

BTW I had to call in the Dewey Pest Guy… seems I had some crickets running loose on my blog somehow…  *Spanks Dirty*

Anyway… I’ve picked one that is the most anonymous of the bunch.

I call it: “Leather and Thighs.”

Other people have called it: ”The Little Towel Pic.” (I don’t know why, heh)

So here you go.  Be gentle with me.

HNT Poll (and bad news)

So, ok, I used to do HNT back on my old (now deleted) blog.  It’s pretty obvious I enjoy looking at all the really great HNT pics that everyone puts up, I figure I at least owe an HNT to cover for all the enjoyment I have gotten out of looking at them.

However, my dilemma is that I want to try to remain as anonymous as possible. I have a couple that I had used before that I think I can pull it off with…

Plus… I figure I could leave a little present for everyone because… (Bad News):

I will be on uh… “hiatus” for a few weeks.

Nothing bad actually. It’s just that I will be ‘gone’ on a ‘planned’ excursion and won’t be able to pull up anything more than mundane work email, if you know what I mean…

So I’m leaving it up to all of you…

HNT Yes?

HNT No?

You decide…

TMI Tuesday

Ok, I am going to attempt this without giving away too much info. After all I am an ‘Anonymous Blogger’. But it seemed like fun, so here goes:

1. What were you known as in HS (Jock, Princess, Geek)?

I was a Jock for the most part. I played 3 Letter Sports: Football being my favorite. However, I also played in the ‘Band’!!! Gasp!

Yeah I did. Although I played a ‘cool’ instrument and was the only Football Stud in the band, so all the band girlies loved me cough cough. I have a deep love for music, almost as much as writing. I really enjoyed making music in the various school bands I was in. And believe me, NO ONE called me a ‘Band Geek’ lol. And yes, I did use my uh, instrument, to help me get laid in college once or three times!

2. What were you really?

As stated. Most of my friends were jocks like myself, though I did hang out with different groups of people, I never really isolated myself to just one group. Too many girls to talk too

I was also a fairly good student, carrying a 3.3 GPA (that was good in those days, no AP classes to get over 4.0 scores) and did pretty damn good on my SAT’s! I was asked by a few teachers if I wouldn’t mind being a student tutor in certain subjects… and although the possibilities were uh, intriguing… I declined.

3. If you could go back and tell your 16 year old self one thing, what would it be?

Not a damn thing! I mean I already knew everything there was to know about everything, so I most likely would have told my older version to go fuck himself

4. If you could erase one moment from your school days what would it be?

I have a few I’d rather not dredge up. Pass.

5. Who did you not date (or more) that you wish you did?

Ok, let’s rephrase that for us Boys:

5. Who did you not Bang (or more) that you wish you did?

Hmmmmm, well that list is fairly lengthy lol… I only got a couple of the cheerleaders… so yeah that’s a good start… some of the Flag girls were pretty limber, I missed out there me thinks…
And while I didn’t have any hot teachers per se, the Vice Principal was pretty hot in a stern, disciplinarian sort of way and she did have a nice rack. I can distinctly remember me being in her office after another one of my exploits and staring at her bosoms in that shirt she loved to wear not buttoned up all the way, as she lectured me. She caught me staring. She let me off. What can I say?

 I can’t really complain though, I had my fair share of High School fun.

6. If you went to prom, describe your outfit.

Went to Prom both Jr. and Sr. year. Wore the standard Prom Tux.

My Sr. year prom, now there is another story in the making… seems I had suddenly found myself without a G/F a couple weeks before and ended up taking the G/F of a guy who didn’t want to go. We had a great time. A REALLY great time. (I got a rug burn on one knee from the car carpet, heh)  When I eventually took her home early the next morning, she offered to break up with her B/F and go out with me.

I declined.

We hooked up several more times after that.

Ok so I was a bit of a bastard in those days lol…

The Word of The Day:

Is Damn.

As in:

Hooooot Damn !!!

MMmmmmmmmmmm, Damn !!!

Daaaammmmn that’s tasty!!!

Holy Shit… Damn !!!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Damn !!!

Damn I want to do things… !!!

You get the picture

Once again, thanks to all those who inspire me to say:

DAMN!!!!!

And here is a testiment to that inspiration:

A Seriously WTF???

Ok, it’s technically Thursday and I have noticed that the tradition around the BlogoWorld is for a WTF post to be done on Wednesday, hence: ‘WTF Wednesdays’.

But who am I to follow the rules? I enjoy breaking them much, much more than following…

So anyway… I had a really, really, seriously big WTF happen to me on Wednesday:

I get a call on my Cell Phone sometime in the early evening.

“Unknown ID”  or some such. So it’s one of those deals where the caller is blocking their number.

As a General Rule, all blocked numbers or numbers I don’t recognize go immediately to Voice Mail. I mean, how do I know it’s not my ex-wife or my boss calling on some blocked phone? Usually I don’t  feel like talking to either of them at any given moment of the day, so it’s ‘ Voice Mail I <B You’.

3 seconds later… another call… “Unknown ID”…  Straight to VM.

I then notice the little VM Icon show up.

A little bit curious, I hit my VM speedial and listen:

It’s some dude I don’t recognize and he says “Hey, I’m here parking.” I delete, thinking: “Poor bastard, wrong number.” His G/F or whoever is waiting for him is gonna be piiiissssssed!

Incoming call again: “Unkown ID”.  Again, straight to Voicemail.

Persistent little fuck isn’t he?

The Voicemail Icon pops up again.

Now, my curiosity rapidly turning into annoyance, I ignore it.

10 seconds later, ANOTHER call from “Unknown ID”:  Now I’m jamming the Ignore Button repeatedly.

10 seconds later…. ANOTHER FRIGGIN CALL from “Unknown ID”.

WTF pal?  Can you not tell you have a wrong number and I don’t want to talk to your ass?

I mean, when you listen to my VM message my voice is on it, so if you don’t know who the fuck I am why do you continue to annoy the shit out of me?

I answer it just to tell this guy to stop calling me.

I say, “Hello.”

He says, “Yeah man, I’m here parking.”

WTF??? He heard my voice, does he not understand he doesn’t fucking know me?

I say, “Uh, who are you looking for?”

He says, “This is Mike.” 

Mike.  Ok thanks Mike, I don’t know any fucking ‘Mikes’, so this helps me out for jack squat.

I say, “Sorry, you must have the wrong number.”

He says, “Aren’t you the guy I was talking to online?”

Pause.

*Clicking sound in brain as light bulb switches on over head*

Holy Fucking Shit!!!

This dude thinks I’m some guy he is trying to hook up with!!!

WTF, OVER!!!!!!!! 

Now I’m not saying I’m Homophobic… ok who the fuck am I kidding? I am. A bit.

If anyone can’t tell by my writing or comments, I loooooooooove women!!! Love love love LOVE. No sweaty ballsacks for me, no man-on-man lovin, no Nude Roman-Gecko wrestling.

Just beautiful, beautiful girl breasts and asses and legs and lips… *cough* 

Nothing wrong with being a male lover of the same sex… I’m just sayin’… whatever floats your boat, melts your butter, packs your fudge… that’s fine. It’s not my cup of tea and I’d rather not be privy to it if you know what I’m saying.

So anyway… I reply back to ‘Mike.’:

I say, “No man, I’m not. You have the WRONG NUMBER.”   Hit Hang Up button as fast as possible.

So, at this point, several things form in my mind:

1) Just who the fuck is out there on some Internet Chat Site looking for a little Man-on-Man lovin’ giving out MY FUCKING CELL NUMBER??????

(Yes, I realize that… ‘Mike’ …. may have wrote down the wrong number or the dude on the other end gave him a bogus number and it happened to be mine. Asshole.)

2) I Laugh out Loud to myself as I’m thinking: There are 2 dudes out there right now pissed off at each other because they were expecting to be smokin’ some pole by now!!!

God damn, lol.

Well if that wasn’t one of the stranger calls I’ve ever gotten.

Although to be honest?

I’d rather chit chat with Pole-Smokin ‘Mike’ than my fucking Ex-Wife any day of the week!!!

I just hope those two poor dudes finally found each other. Who knows, they could be the next BrokeBack Mountain for all we know…

BTW: I Promise Sex tomorrow…

(UPDATE : The promise of Sex was delivered upon, please see above post. Just wanted to makes sure people know that although I may be a slight tease, I do come through with the goods!)

Distracted

I have been meaning to finish my latest story:  Bzzzd  but have been finding myself quite distracted as of late.

Maybe it’s been all the nice asses I’ve seen or havn’t seen and am wishing I could see!!!

Focus SP, f’n Focus!!!

Though I like distractions like this. Good distractions. Hot, Tasty distractions. Distractions that give me nice, hot naughty thoughts.

Like when I’m at the grocery store and looking for my favorite spaghetti sauce?

I’m not really looking for my favorite spaghetti sauce. I’m checking out that delicious ass of yours… or I might be looking at how great you fill out your top… or maybe how nice and plump your lips are and thoughts of watching them wrapping around me and slowly sliding up and down…

Yeah, those kinds of distractions…

The Word of The Day:

Is Ass

How I love the female ass.

I am fascinated by it at times.

Drawn to it.

I want to handle it, feel it, grab it, cup it, clench it, spank it…… own it.

Not saying I don’t like the rest of the glorious female body… but for some reason tonight I am fixated on the Ass.    

 (I have GOT to stop looking at all the HNT pics at work.)

I just love it.

That is all…

 (Thanks to the lovely asses that inspired me tonight!)