Work In Progress – Yoga

yoga01I’m beginning work on another quick little story about a niece who is turned through mind control into a personal servant of her evil mad scientist uncle…

The cotton material of her tank top was stretched thin over her firm young breasts. She was still in that awkward stage getting used to their weight as she ran through her yoga poses. She was beginning to feel warm and thought that it was from the lights in the studio her uncle had made down here in the basement of his house. They were bright she thought… as she continued stretching she felt flushed… she saw her reflection in the mirrored wall. It was the wall that separated this space from her uncle’s office which occupied the other half of the basement.

The space he had made for her had the mirrored wall and a dancer’s ballet bar running the length of another wall… there was thick padding on the floor which was perfect for her workouts… and an audio system with good quality speakers. Her uncle was an audiophile and the acoustics in this room were perfect. He even made a mix tape of Hindi music for her to listen to as she went through her routine.

But the lights were definitely making her hot. She could feel the sweat building.

Before she started into a headstand, she stripped off her tank top and tossed it to the corner. As she posed on her forearm with her feet pointed straight as an arrow to the ceiling, she could feel the weight of her breasts. They strained against her tight sports bra. Tight, contained, confined, she thought that this wasn’t right. A thought occurred to her that they really should be free, unrestrained, natural. That’s what a healthy workout should be, natural.

The thought occupied her mind. She rolled out of the headstand and sitting on the floor she released the clasp on her bra and tossed it on to the top she had just discarded. Her hands roamed over the newly freed breasts. A sensation rolled through her, soft, sensuous, rippling through her and gently ticking the pleasure center in her mind.

She watched her reflection as she continued caressing her breasts. Her breathing was heaver. Her nipples hardened as her fingers tweaked them. She watched herself. Yes, it must be the lights in here making it so hot she thought as her hands continues their teasing. Yes, it must be the lights indeed she sighed.

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Something I find Sexy – Claudia Schiffer smoking a Cohiba

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Her eyes are as smoldering as the embers in the stoggie she seductively sucks on. Those soft lips of hers gently wrap themselves around the firm shaft. Those long lashed eyes of hers close as she slowly inhales in that controlled fashion of hers. Those large doe eyes open looking straight into mine. She is well aware of the affects her performance is having as she exhales her invitation. Her lips pursed in an ‘o’ shape that beckons mine to join them.

 

I spread my legs a little as I remain seated in a soft leather chair watching her. The smell of her Cuban cigar mixing with the leather makes me feel like I’ve been transported into a noir film. I sip a deep amber scotch and nod towards her, approving her approach.

 

She walks over in an exaggerated swaying motion drawing my attention to her sleek, black, silk dress hugging her curves. She moves in with the grace of a puma and all the intentions of a lioness. A smile spreading across her lips.

 

I Pat my lap and she sits, my hand wanders over the curve of her warm ass. As she leans in to kiss me I run my hand up her thigh feeling the top of her hose. My lips drink her in, she’s as smooth as the scotch and twice as warm. Our tongue entwine as her hair cascades around my head. I feel her melt against me.

 

She parts her legs a bit wider letting my hand explore further to the warm wet wisps of hair shielding her pussy. I listen to her breath heavy and rapid and she feels a fire welling up inside her. My lips trace their way down along her throat to her panting chest. My fingers circling her clit sending waves of stimulation through her.

 

She moans as she feels my fingers teasing her sex, pleasing her mind and satisfying her hunger.

Something I find Sexy – Sofia Vergara Golden Globes

golden-globes-2012-sofia-vergaraThe bountiful endowment of one of television’s most luscious ladies, Sofia Vergara, is definitely something I find sexy. Much like the epics of ancient days she has the curves that could launch a thousand ships. And like those ancient conveyances I’m sure these are also made of firm, hardwood. Yes, as I take yet another journey on, as Carl Sagan put it so nicely, the ship of the imagination, I can see her towering over me.

Lying under her, I can feel her slowly lowering herself onto my firm erection. I can feel her hesitate against the resistance. Holding her hips, I thrust myself up and then I feel myself sliding solidly into her. I continue to hold onto her hips as we begin gently rocking together. I feel the motion working its magic. As the two of us get acquainted. I can feel my pulsing cock turning her on and heating her up. I enjoy the feel of the warm, wet folds of pussy lips as they wrap themselves around my cock. Thrusting up into her I listen as she moans in acquiesce. It encourages me to quicken the pace. This turns the heat in her up another notch. She is so sexy, gorgeous, and strong, rolling and grinding down on me. Her hair whipping around as she moans louder. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she leans over me.

I feel myself urged on, encouraged by her moaning, her breath falling heavier as she’s rocking back and forth on me. I thrust further into her, exciting her. My hard cock with its piston motion is increasing the stimulation racing through her. As she moves faster her breathing gets heavier. Then slow throaty groan escapes from her as waves of pleasure surge inside her. Looking up I see her delicious, firm, round globes swaying in front of me. They tease my hungry eyes. I reach out my tongue to tweak her large erect areolae. Those beautiful, round globes swaying, swaying, I hear her saying something to me as I focus on pleasuring her. I focus on those breasts of hers… Beautiful, firm, round globes swaying… I watch them rise and fall on her chest. I see them swelling as I hear her climaxing as I again thrust deep into the radiating from her sex. Oh those beautiful, bountiful, round globes! And that’s when it hit me!

Tautologies! How often am I bombarded by tautologies? Well, more often than I am bombarded by the devastatingly bombshell beauty of Ms. Vergara’s breasts. Those gorgeous round globes! There it is again.

A Tautology are similar to an oxymoron. Most people are aware of the more common oxymora, where two conflicting words are joined together, consider ‘jumbo shrimp’, ‘defending silence’, or the often cited humorously ‘military intelligence’. Tautologies are two words that when combined together are repetitious or redundant.

There are numerous examples of tautologies and they pop up on surprising places. Open example of a tautology would be calling something very, or extremely unique. Unique, by itself does not need a qualifier. When you say something is rare, it’s perfectly acceptable to qualify an occurrence as ‘very rare’. But unique, by definition, is one of a kind. If something is one of a kind it can’t be ‘extremely one of a kind’ one mean one.

Another tautology that is so overused is ‘advanced warning’. Well, of course the warning is advanced… Warnings precede events therefore they are always ‘advanced’. Yelling “What out for that ball!” before someone gets hit is a warning. There is nothing advanced about it. Yelling “what out for the ball” after it hits the guy isn’t a warning. Its a YouTube clip title.

They surround us everywhere, from ‘final results’, and ‘join together’, to ‘free gift’ and ‘added bonus’. They are often used to emphasize a point but quite often we start using them without even being aware of the repetition.

They are extremely common when using acronyms:
• CD-ROM disc
• DVD disk
• GPS system
• HIV virus
• ISBN number
• PIN number
• Please R.S.V.P. (Please in already in the French phrase for this abbreviation)
• RAM memory
• RAS syndrome
• SARS syndrome
• UPC code
• VIN number

When you think about it, it seems obvious. You wouldn’t write out Vehicle Identification Number Number, but when you write VIN number, somehow we forget that VIN already has ‘number’ there. Check yourself before you wreck yourself! Repetition of beautiful breasts is a wonderful thing, repetition of words, should draw a response from your grammar checker.

Monday Status Update – Week 8

will_alan_site_10The limerick project is continuing with #angel week. This week will focus on the wondrous sights of the Victoria’s Secret Angels. I’ll recap the Monday through Friday releases on this site weekly. As always you can keep up with the daily releases on my twitter feed: https://twitter.com/wastor64.

Last week saw two new Julia Series poems. This week I’m planning another two Julia poems. I’m also finishing on essay. I hope to post that here on Wednesday. Going forward I’m hoping to release a “Something I Find Sexy” essay every Wednesday.

So I’m looking to settle into a content pattern that will have the Monday Status Update, Wednesday “Something I Find Sexy” essay, and at least one poem on Thursday.

Now, there is something we need to consider… the limerick countdown is now under 30. That’s thirty days to go until St Patrick’s Day. I’m wondering what to do afterwards. Should I try a full year (365) of Limericks to kick off the 2016 St Patrick’s Day, or do something different, like a daily Haiku?

Feel free to comment your feedback on this… Do you have an opinion on this?

Something I find Sexy – Freedom of Speech

the-veil-is-sexy02-711305She approaches my bed. I lay waiting for her. She moves with seduction in her hips. They sway hypnotically with a well-practiced rhythm. No doubt she has had many, many liaisons before me. But she is here with me now.

 

Her cinnamon skin glows from the torches lighting the tent.   My eyes slowly drink her in, like an intoxicant. Her long lean legs meeting at her slender waist. Her toned abs, firm breasts and soft rounded shoulders are an invitation to a night of delights. The memory of her arms around me, her nails on raking along my back, washes over me. My erection grows in response.

 

And all the while through her seduction, I keep watching her eyes. Her dark, almond eyes have a look of lust behind the veil she wears. The red and gold trimmed niqab is the only garment she still cares to adorn herself with.

 

To say she is a wife of a profit, would surely put a price on my head.

 

Changing very few words in that last sentence, adding a bit more ‘clarification’ could be very, very serious for a writer indeed. To imagine an erotic liaison involving one of the several wives the prophet would be dangerous because there are people in this world who do not believe that other people should have the right of free speech or free expression.

 

The culture in which I was raised is a secular one, a western tradition of fairly broad free speech and free expression. I can understand that there are people with deeply held religious beliefs. Their beliefs are their own. I am sure that those beliefs are sincerely held. But those beliefs should not be forced upon me.

 

I believe in free speech and free expression. My beliefs are sincerely held and they are my own.

 

If people are offended by something stop reading it. If it offends their beliefs stop watching it. Respect is a two way street. If they refuse to respect the rights of others, why should they expect others to respect their rights?

Something I Find Sexy – Scarlett Johansson’s Pouty Lips in the Spirit : Do It Everyday

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Scarlett Johansson Pouty Lips the Spirit

Scarlett Johansson is certainly sexy. This image from the movie ‘The Spirit’ really highlights a couple of her assets. I like the ‘girlie’ blond curls, horn rimmed glasses, eminently kissable cleavage, but it’s those lips! Those plump, pouty, painted, penis-pleasers! I sit back and slowly let myself drift off in a ship of the imagination (borrowed from Carl Sagan).

 

I picture here slowly walking up to me while in seating in a large leather chair. She’s not so much walking as she is swaying. Swinging her hips in six inch stiletto heels one foot in front of the other. She’s working the floor and working me stiff, and she knows it. The tent forming in front of my blue silk robe betrays my cool, indifferent face as I take another sip of the scotch from the glass on the side table. Yes, she knows she’s got my interest. She bends over to kiss me with those soft silken floss lips. I let the kiss linger feeling her fingers at the belt of my robe. As she releases my growing erection she lowers herself to her knees with a practiced fluid motion.

 

She runs her hands up my thighs. Then her fingers wrap themselves around my stiff shaft. Her firm grip excites me. My cock pulses in her hand. Its ready and waiting for her. Then I feel her lips slowly taking in the head. Her tongue teasing around it wetting the tip. She’s taking her time and I’m in no rush. I enjoy another sip of scotch and settle in for the pleasure to come as I run my hand though her curly blonde hair.

 

After teasing the tip she takes the full length down in one sift action. Applying a little suction from that sweet mouth. I feel the ebb of pleasure starting to rise within me. She runs her tongue along my shaft before taking me down again. A low groan escapes from me as I feel my cock pulse inside her warm wet mouth. She bobs up and down taking me further and further to the brink of orgasm. Pleasure floods though me as I moan deeply, like a wounded animal. It only encourages her. She starts sucking stronger as I fight to hold back. She is building a bubble of bliss within me, and her mouth and tongue and teeth work to burst it.

 

I’m thrusting into that beautiful bottomless mouth. She takes my cock whole, like a demon. I’m driving further into her mouth with each penetrating thrust. I start openly fucking those hungry lips of hers. I go deeper and deeper as she drives me further and further. I can barely hold on as I hold her head with both hands thrusting …

 

It’s a ship of the imagination of course. Now, imagine this scene playing out once a week. You would be enjoying this fifty two times in a year. I’m sure her lips would feel just as wonderful on that fifty second time as they did on the first. Watching her head bob up and down fifty two times a year would be nice indeed.

 

But think of other things that happen once a week, like watching your favorite show, or going to church, or in some cases, exercise. Think for a moment of doing something fifty two times. Now, recall that a year has three hundred and sixty five days and what seemed like a lot, isn’t. That puts things in more perspective. If you did it twice a week you would of course double the instances to one hundred and four times I’m a year. Perhaps you sleep late on the weekends. You would sleep in late, one hundred and four times a year.

 

Perhaps you blog. Some people blog every day, three hundred sixty five posts in a year. Perhaps you give yourself the weekend off. Posting Monday through Friday would have you posting two hundred and sixty times a year. This sounds like a lot until you think about driving to work is the same two hundred and sixty. Then you realizes that you drive home again, so driving to work, then driving back home is five hundred and twenty trips in the car and that doesn’t include your weekend errands. If you blogged on the ride to works (perhaps you take mass transit as I do) and you blog on the way home, you instantly double your output.

 

But for really large numbers consider the things you do a couple of times a day. If you have three meals a day you would be chowing down one thousand ninety five times this year, and last year, and probably the year before that. Why, in just five short years you’ve had five thousand four hundred and seventy five meals. How many of them were spent at McDonald’s, come on… Really?

 

But let’s break this thought experiment down even further. Suppose you had music lessons. Imagine those lessons lasting one hour once a week. If that was all the playing that you did, just that one hour once a week, then you would have only fifty two hours of practice in a whole year of eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours. Yup, do the math, three hundred and sixty five days multiplied by twenty four hours each day… 8,760! But if you practiced one hour three times a week, in addition to your lesson. Then you would have put in two hundred and eight hours. Yes, you would have four times the amount of practice that the once a week person has.

 

And that leads me to the practice of writing. I’ve read about committing just one hour a day to writing. It could be sitting down nice a day for a full hour, or you could break it into two half-hour sittings. But try to get one hour a day to sit and write.

 

One hour a day, three times a week would be 156 hours for the year. That doesn’t sound so bad considering that there are 8,760 hours in the average year and you spend 2,555 of those asleep (assuming that you sleep seven hours a night) spending only 156 of the waking 6,205 isn’t asking much.

 

But I encourage you. If thou really want to make the commitment, vomit an hour a day to your writing. Even if you spent an hour a day every day, you would a still have 5,840 hours with which to eat, work, play, catch up with your Kardashians, or perhaps catch Scarlet Johansson in a movie. Doesn’t she have such lovely lips! Now, imagine her keeping her tongue twirling around its target. I’ll bet you could do that for a couple of minutes each day.

Poem Alert – Julia Series

This poem is in the Elizabethan format. The form consists of fourteen lines structured as three quatrains and a couplet. The usual rhyme scheme is end-rhymed a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g.
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Julia Series

Julia Series

She looks amazing in that skirt so tight

It’s stretched smooth against her firm rear

I look forward to her striping tonight

Holding her naked, close and dear

 

She’s got style she’s got fashion flair

She takes scotch neat as a nightcap

Did I mentioned her heart shaped derriere

I enjoy in when it’s dancing on my lap

 

I like the way she dressed well

When she’s naughty she’s really good

When she goes commando you can’t tell

I only know when I check under the hood

 

Yes of the young nymph I am smitten

Lust has not so much stung as it has bitten

Something I Find Sexy – Christie Brinkley : Swim Harder

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Christie Brinkley Swimsuit

She emerges from the surf wet and breathless. She approaches me swaying her hips provocatively. Her body has the long lean lines of a predatory cat. Her movements are decidedly feline, graceful and effective. I cannot take my eyes from her. I wrap my arms around her waist as she wraps hers around my neck. Our lips meet. I find myself falling into her kiss as if falling down a well, or more like a tunnel.

 

It’s been years since we’ve been here and that tunnel through which I am kissing her transports us back. It’s as if we never left this beach those many years ago. Those lips of her haven’t changed. No, the only change is the renewed passion with which she uses them.

 

Her breasts press against my chest with a renewed vibrancy and I receive her with a fired up lust of my own. We were magic back then and by god the witch is back in her eye. I’m sure her charms are as effective as ever. My reaction to her is primal. I must have her, now. Like it was when we were then, passion ablaze, I want only to take her and ravish the rest of her body with these lips.

 

It’s been what, ten years now? Ten years since I received some very good advice. Larry came up to my desk one day while I was working and said to me “Swim harder”. There was a little bit more, but that is the nugget. The nugget of truth and good advice. Alas, its advice I did not put into practice.

 

Why? That is the question I return to now. It was so ‘on the mark’. He was tall, six three, lean and had thick white hair even though he was only in his forties. He was a programmer on the database side of the aisle. I was a programmer on the internet/intranet side of the aisle. We didn’t interact on a daily basis, our projects pretty much ran independently. But he was a man of insight, of that much I’m sure.

 

It was good advice then, and its good advice now. I have heard that it’s never too late to learn a new lesson. Old dogs, new trick, that old axiom rings in my ear. Although I do not often look at the past to dwell on regrets, I am at times reflective. There seems to be something about this time of year, not new year’s, that brings about my reflective self.

 

New year’s is a time of looking forward. I’m an optimist by nature. At least that’s what I tell myself. But by creating such a mantra for myself, am I burying my head in the sands of denial? I look around at where I am and I don’t often see much progress. But that’s the problem with my ethereal, intangible goals.

 

Yes, that’s where I think the problem lies. My goals need to be focused. They need to be more defined. I’ve read about ‘SMART‘ goals. Goals that are: specific, measurable, attainable, realistic and timely.

 

Goals need to be specific. There has to be a definition for them. Think of the six ‘W’ questions; who, what, when, where, why, and which. Answer as many of these as possible for each of your goals. “Get fit” is not a specific goal. “Loose twenty pounds in two months by watching my diet and exercising three days a week” is a specific goal.

 

Goals need to be measurable. Your goal needs a success criteria. How do you know when it’s been obtained? It needs measurable benchmarks or milestones. “Lose twenty pounds in two months” is a good goal. It can be measured. Setting smaller goals of two and a half pounds per week makes that goal even more measurable.

 

Goals need to be attainable. When you set a goal, you need to ask yourself if this is something that you are actually able to do.

 

Similarly, goals need to be realistic. You can set high goals for yourself, but be honest about both your abilities, and your willingness to pursue a certain goal.

 

Goals should also be timely. When developing your goals, don’t let them run on indefinitely. Bound them. Set time parameters. There’s nothing like a deadline for attuning the mind to its task. I think there is a quote about that floating around the internet. So it must be true.

Diana Series Poem

Tanka is a form of unrhymed Japanese poetry, with five sections structured in a 5-7-5-7-7 pattern of syllable similar to the haiku, which follows the more familiar 5 / 7 / 5 pattern. What follows is a brief interaction between lovers in seven stanzas each in the Tanka form.

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I rob her of sight

Wrapping lace over her eyes

I heighten her sense

Of taste, hearing, touch, suspense

Naked she waits for my touch

 

She’s mine to pleasure

My breath warms her waiting neck

She moans her response

Ripples of pleasure begin

Her anticipation sparks

 

She feels my fingers

Along her soft, supple thighs

She feels my warm lips

Around her erect nipple

Her anticipation grows

 

She feels my strong arms

Wrap themselves around her waist

She feels my hard cock

Pushing against her wet sex

Her anticipation burns

 

She feels me thrust deep

She thrusts back against me

She feels my firm hands

Grasping at her bucking hips

Her anticipation bursts

 

See feels my cock burst

Filling her with hot desire

See feels her own climax burst

Swept up in a wave a bliss

Her anticipation met

 

I kiss her sweet lips

Holding her naked to me

Feeling her heart race

As sweat joins us together

Naked she basks in a glow

Weekly Serial – Literary Pleasures 09

A tale of a librarian / witch with a cadre of acolytes who must fight a penny pinching town counsel to maintain their club’s funding…. this weeks episode: ‘Ronnie Gets Down to Business’
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Literary Pleasures

Literary Pleasures

“Having deployed her acolytes on their various missions it was time for Alexa to have a conversation with Councilman Paul Stone. She and Paul were on very ‘friendly’ terms so it was easy to have him over.

 

“Paul welcome,” Alexa said ushering the tall and rugged politician.

 

“Always good to see you,” he said kissing her cheek. He followed her out to the sun room where Alexa had a tea service ready. As they sat on the couch she poured him a cup.

 

“I wanted to talk to you about the funding issue coming for a vote next month.”

 

“Well Alexa you know that you and your friends can count on my support. I’m well aware of the many benefits that the library provides,” he said, taking the cup. “But the rest of that short sighted council may be hard to win over.”

 

“As for that,” Alexa said “I have our friends working on that issues already. I think that when the vote is taken next month you will find you have more support than you know. Friends of ours have been meeting with Mr Miller, Ms Alvarez, and Ms Taylor.”

 

“The four of us together would be a majority against Ms Potter.”

 

“Well, as I said, our friends are working very hard on this issue and we wouldn’t want to leave any votes taken for granted,” Alexa purred leaning into him and running her hand up his thigh.

 

The tea was having its effect, stimulating Paul even before Alexa began turning up the heat. As she brought her lips to his she was looking forward to returning this politician into her hot, wet, hungry, pocket.