Saturday, November 18, 2017


It is a good thing that this is a 2- day event as I am a bit late posting for LOL day. Unfortunately real life often gets in the way of the fun things, as was the reason for my tardy post.


If you are here today, I am guessing you have been busy hopping around like-minded blogs and hopefully having the courage to say “hello”. Yes, a simple salutation is really all it takes for most bloggers to be happy; simple acknowledgment that someone out there is reading their posts and hopefully even agreeing with their thoughts and opinions.

I’ll keep it brief today as real life calls and I think you all know the point of the day(s) of
LOL XII  - a day to step out form behind the curtain and show yourself. I really am curious to meet you and know more about you.

For New Readers: You may want to read my previous explanations, found below the break, of what this blog and the spirit of the the stories and opinions found here are meant to be.  (If your interest is peaked, there are other posts where I explain my views further if you simply search this blog.) Best read in advance of any hurt feelings or offenses taken.

For Regular Visitors: Thanks for always visiting especially if you vote in my polls. If you comment, I appreciate it more than you know.

For All Visitors and in the true spirit of LOL Day:
Please tell me what about this place peaks your interest (if any) and/or brings you back -
Is it due to any particular story scenario or detail that I repeat often here which is not easily found elsewhere?
OR is due to my utterly random thoughts and opinions?
OR is it due to my other tastes that I hint at and layer above the main spanking ingredient?
OR is it simply because this is just another spanking blog that exists which gives you further comfort that you are not alone in your preferences?

Enjoy the day(s)!

Welcome to this wonderful place that looks, sounds, feels and smells like our own everyday world, but with some distinct differences. A place where adult girls who shun their responsibilities, are made to pay for their offenses, where their entitled and/or arrogant attitudes are checked often and their bottoms are the primary focus of their penance. 

Not only is this a place of disciplining young ladies in various clever and embarrassing ways, but a place to just admire and be in awe of the female creature in all her inner,
outer and spiritual beauty; all in an everyday context.


This is also a place to see and hear of girls flushed to all cheeks with embarrassment. Where short skirts and sheer dresses turn on their owners much to their dismay; but to the welcomed entertainment and joy of those fortunate to witness such beauty.

But please don't ever confuse this place as somewhere where women are meant to be disrespected or degraded. These stories are a blend of fantasy and reality. Non-consensual discipline is for the young ladies who deep down secretly crave it;
not something done out of a lopsided abusive relationship.

 However, discipline here is seldom random and never unwarranted. Well administered spankings are fully justified. The young ladies may not be willing participants, but that is the fantasy aspect right? I don't think every story needs to have a "disclaimer" paragraph at the end that explains that those involved were secretly planning and consenting all along as so many authors choose to include. For me that merely spoils the entire story. 

I hope you enjoy what you find here and come back often and say hello when you do.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

LOL Days are Only Days Away

L.O.L. 12 is Almost Here. • L.O.L. Days are only Days Away.

Are those cryptic messages?

If you are not familiar and perhaps think L.O.L. stands for Laugh Out Loud, in this case it does not. Although I am sure the majority of readers of this, and other like minded blogs, enjoy a good laugh as much as anyone else, they pobably wouldn't appreciate their laughter limited to 12 laughs. L.O.L. in this context refers to something else entirely.

L.O.L. refers to Love our Lurkers and more directly refers to an annual blogging event that has been going on now for years (longer than I thought actually).

Rather than fail to adequately explain this event, plus in order to avoid any plagiarism lawsuits, I will direct you over to the lovely blog of Hermione who explains it all so clearly hear:

Take a look and be sure to come back and visit this weekend.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Random Thoughts: The Letter of the Day - W

Today’s Letter of the Day is W

Well, let me explain.

W is for Wednesday, the day of the week.

is for Witch, which has been currently on my mind.

Why? Since yesterday was Halloween - which, as you all know, happens to be a holiday known to bring out Witches.

Which brings me to my Question of the Day:
So why is that I haven’t seen any illustrations of Witches being spanked?

Have you?

It seems like an obvious setup, does it not?
If Witches don’t deserve spankings, then who does?

To clarify, I have seen plenty of sexy witches in pinup illustrations and photos, but just being themselves.

(The above happens to be one of my all time favorite illustrations by my all time favorite pin up artist, Gil Elvgren. As as an aside, my style goal for stories has often been to replicate a pinup feel. Although quite a few of my stories often drift very far away from the PG rating of pinups.)

I will even go as far to say that I have seen the occasional Witch GIVING a spanking.

Although those seem proportionately few, as, again, I would think of that as an ideal story-line - Witches delivering spankings (especially to innocents, right)?
But illustrations of Witches on the receiving end? I have not.

Am I mistaken?

If so, please set me straight and point me in the right direction and let me know what I have been missing.


Oh, and a final thought, just because it is "hump day" as well as Wednesday, I’ll leave you with these tidbits.

A Secret: I have long had a very specific fantasy about a naughty Witch who visited the wrong house one Halloween. I used to share this particularly naughty story with my girl and it used to make her squirm. I wonder if I should share here. Well in brief, let’s just say the Witch got a very serious dose of her own spanking medicine, a nice pounding and a very humiliating end to her night. All this covered in an extra dose of dirty details. Nah, who would want to read about that? Too much for some I'm guessing. (*This particular story is not pinup PG rating)

Which reminds me of another story; one I recently posted about two other silly and naughty witches. Have you had a chance to read it yet? If not, it is only one post back or here’s a convenient magical link for your ease. Take a look and let me know what you think.

Hope you all had a safe and happy Halloween.

Monday, October 30, 2017

Halloween Witches

Remember me?
It seems so long since I have been here.

Rather than talk about the why and the where I have been, I thought I might share a story instead. A somewhat Halloween themed story to be exact.

Even if you don't remember me, I wonder if you at least remember one
of my favorite characters? Well this is not a continuation of a previous story, but rather just some other chapters of her small rural town adventures with other key characters


Ana couldn’t believe what she thought she was hearing. She debated with herself; knowing she should walk away now and further ignore the sounds, but she desperately needed to positively one hundred percent confirm for her own sake what she thought she was hearing. Her feline curiosity got the most of her as she decided to investigate further.

Before proceeding, she decided it best to do everything possible not to alert them of her presence. She began by removing her loud shoes. Precariously alternating standing on only one leg at a time while she pulled off her heavy heels. She tossed them gently onto the sofa, out of fear that dropping them on the living room floor might make too loud a noise and alert those on the other side of her location.

Now shoe-less, her stockings slid dangerously easily across the slippery planks as she scurried towards the door. She needed to steady and reposition herself a few times, hyper-aware that her stance mattered as her nylon covered feet wanted to skate in opposite directions against the polished hardwood floor.

With visible apprehension, she leaned her body slowly towards the wooden door to confirm her suspicions. No sooner had she done that, then at the first loud sound she lept backwards resembling a startled cat, hopping back and landing on tiptoes with both palms out in front of her as if to block what may come breaking through the door at any second. She was grateful she had landed safely somehow with her feet spread wide yet hardly a firm grip on the ground.

Waiting for the next moment of silence, she shuffled forward once more. This time, building her courage,
she proceeded to comb her hair away from her ear, pressed her hands softly against the door and leaned in. Her eyes began to grow larger and larger, fingers stretching and relaxing against the door in rhythmic reaction to the sounds beyond. 

This continued on until she abruptly froze and her big brown eyes disappeared under the cloak of her shadowy eyelids. Her mouth opened slowly and her tongue rolled out licking her lips, as she breathed in and out heavily. She knew for certain now what she originally only thought she had imagined.

There was no doubt about it now, she could hear it all clearly. He was definitely spanking her, and it wasn’t some light taps. No he was dishing out a stern disciplinary spanking. Unbelievably her best friend was literally being punished like an insolent. She could hear his hand strike against her bare flesh or so she imagined. It sounded solid and it echoed, it had to be flesh on flesh. She could also hear every word if she focused hard enough; hear every angered scolding, every disappointed remark. Yet, it did not make her angry to hear her best friend yelp in distress, instead, it had a surprising effect on her. It was making her hot. So hot in fact that she chose to let it go on and instead allow it to fuel her own building desire.
She opened her eyes for a brief second as thoughts of self-criticism raced through her mind, questioning herself about what kind of friend she was. Shouldn’t she be rushing the door and protecting her? Shouldn’t she be running in and screaming for him to stop?

Instead, she closed her eyes once more and lowered her hands down, patting down her micro-mini costume skirt before allowing one hand to wander under the tulle skirt and further yet between her legs. Her fingers tugged frantically at the delicate material until her hand disappeared behind soft, sheer rayon. She arched her back as her fingers had found another door, a welcoming door that she did not hesitate to barge through as she allowed herself to imagine the scene behind the other door.

She could picture her friend’s pouty face, begging him to stop; her tearful eyes as his large strong hands slapped her comparatively small but pert ass with force, over and over again. Gawd, I wonder if he has her panties down, she thought to herself. Her own fingers sinking in an out of her own doorway as she desperately wanted to peak into the room and confirm the actual visual that accompanied the escalating audio.

Ana started breathing heavier as the growing commotion from behind the door kept her mind rushing towards overdrive until she surrendered another of her fingers to herself. Just then, she heard her helpless best friend let out an anxious plea, followed by a muffled scream and then she heard him scold in a manner that sent Ana into a sweat.

“You want to dress like a whore, I’ll treat you like one. Your tight lil' ass wants attention? I’ll give it plenty of focused attention. I’ll save you the trouble of going out in that costume…”

Oh my gawd, oh my gawd, Ana thought to herself, jumping in place as her fingers worked furiously to release her frustration. Not only had he spanked her with only a door separating them, he was now pounding her. She could hear her every moan and his every grunt; easily imagining them timed with his every thrust. Her best friend was obviously trying to muffle her own screams in order to not be heard beyond the room, but her painful moans of being rammed relentlessly were clear and undeniable.

Then all went silent.

Ana pushed her body further against the door with hopes of figuring out what was going to happen next. She couldn’t make out the whispers, but wanted to hear those words so desperately. She wanted to claw away at the door and be a first hand witness
, but her one hand just slid down slowly in defeat, her multiple bracelets clinking softly against the hollow wood.

Then she heard a louder mumble from her friend followed by loud, clear instructions from him, “No, you wear these out! Pull them up! Pull them up right now. You go out just like this, wearing these stained panties so you remember that I took care of your ass. And I’ll do it again if need be!”

Gawd, so fricken hot, Ana mouthed to herself imagining the conversation to come just a few hours later. Her humiliated friend, confiding in her as she pulls up her own costume skirt; high enough to reveal the cum stained panties she was being forced to wear. This was all so exciting, Ana thought; her mind a whirlwind. The only thing that could make it hotter was… if… if she… if she were the one in her best friend’s place; spanked and fucked and made to wear marked panties, wet cum stains still damp hours later.

Ana’s fantasies were cut off unexpectedly as she heard steps coming towards the door. Oh no, she turned to run away, but her nylon covered toes slid. She attempted to put her hands out to catch herself, but her one hand was too slow as it was still preoccupied and she struggled to pull it out in time. Unable to brace herself, she slipped, nearly face-planting, but was able to recover by going into a full spin (which seemed rather appropriate in her circus-like tutu skirt) only to fail nonetheless.

She lost balance and landed with a solid smack. To her dismay she found herself in a humiliating pose; her ample bottom kissing the wooden-floor firmly, her long legs spread wide
having slid in opposite directions, her stiff skirt now standing at full attention leaving her fully sheer panties on display, front and center and revealing all her secrets - all ready to be exposed to the opening door.


Daniel opened the door and froze in shock at what he saw. It wasn’t often he was caught by surprise, he had seen enough in his life to not be easily shocked, but this view was something else altogether. Before he could speak a word of greeting or of any other emotion he heard the shrieking welcome.

“Ooola! Guapo!” a female voice shrieked.

Momentarily unable to form a sentence, he was further interrupted by his girlfriend.

“Look Daniel, Ana showed up early so we got dressed and are all ready.”

“I can see that. Well, I can see Ana… a whole lot of Ana…and of you, young lady.”

He took in the scene of his girlfriend and her flamboyant cousin, Ana, standing in front of him in what were obviously meant to be their Halloween costumes. He was beyond words as they wore matching sleeveless bandeau tops with tutu styled, micro-mini black skirts; all accentuated by black thigh high stockings and capped by sky-high heels.

“And what exactly is this, are those?” he asked gesturing with his hands in the overall general direction of the two cousins, and best friends for ages, now seemingly dressed as twins.

“What kind of welcome is that? Come here,” Ana approached him and kissed him on the cheek while giving him a tight squeeze. He felt her nearly bare chest rub against him as he received her embrace while still easily peering over her head towards his girlfriend, for even with her towering heels her petite stature was not greatly enhanced (except perhaps to accentuate her figure ever more). “I haven’t seen you in months and no hello how are you?”

“How are you, Ana?” He asked further taking in the details, or lack of, of their matching outfits, “I wasn’t expecting you this early. I came home early hoping to speak to Rebecca before you two got ready for tonight.”
“Well as you can see, we are excited and ready to hit the town; aren’t we ‘Becca?!” Ana exclaimed intentionally spinning around and revealing the flowiness of her skirt, but perhaps not intentionally the sheerness of her panties as well.

He shook his head, “So what exactly are these costumes supposed to be?”

“We are ‘sexy bitches’ of course!”
Ana responded with a flirtatious smile.

“Ahh…ahh…she meant sexy 'witches’, we need to add our pointy hats still,” Rebecca answered sensing his obvious discomfort with their outfits.

“I think you need to add a lot more than hats if you ask me,” he replied sternly looking directly at his girlfriend.

“Of course not silly, these are purrrfect,”
Ana replied attempting to break the couple’s locked eye contact.

“Perfect for street walkers! Now go change into something halfway decent. Besides these are not the costumes you told me you were planning on wearing, Rebecca.”
An uncomfortable silence filled the room as Ana stared back and forth between Daniel and Rebecca; Daniel stared back and forth between his easily influenced girlfriend and her bad influence of a cousin. While Rebecca not wanting to disappoint either, avoided eye contact altogether and stared down sheepishly at her black patent leather heels like a child caught in a lie.

“Oh, don’t be so ol’ fashion! Now are you going to give us a ride into town as planned or do we have to call a cab, as I’m sure you don’t have Uber in this gawd-forsaken town do you?”

“We have Uber! It's not that bad…”
Rebecca shot out a defensive reply.

“Oh, is it Jimbo and his truck? And do we have to ride in the back with the chickens and hay?”

Rebecca’s emotions caught up with her and her eyes teared up at her cousin’s subtle put-down. She took an audible deep breath and turned all her anger towards Daniel,

“Fuck you! We are going out like this and you either give us a ride or we’ll walk into town if we need to!”

Ana let out a gasp and covered her mouth with her hands in shock, eyes darting between the couple now in an unexpected standoff.

“Excuse me, young lady?!” he snapped back, astonished at her entirely uncharacteristic tone towards him.

She looked away towards her cousin for encouragement who offered merely an indistinguishable smirk. Rebecca’s eyes swelled further and holding back tears, pivoted around on her heels towards the bedroom “I’m going to get my purse.”

The bedroom door slammed shut, momentarily separating some of the tension.

“You really should be easier on her. She looks hawt. And besides her skirt is a lot longer than mine.” Ana attempted to lecture him.

“I’m not sure, anyone…would classify that…what you are wearing as a 'skirt' so that isn’t saying much about Becca’s skirt. More importantly, I’ll deal with her as I see best. What I ‘outa do is deal with your arrogant, mischievous ass in just the same way.” He scolded her while stepping ever closer to her with every word until she was literally backed against the wall.

He stood in front of her, leaning in and resting one hand on the wall on either side of her. She turned her face away and closed her eyes unsure of what he was about to do.

He inhaled and took in her perfumed scent, mixed with cosmetic flourishes, and proceeded to take her all in. He stared at her natural pretty face, obvious still despite the layers of makeup, and stared further down at her ample, deep and intentionally accentuated cleavage. His eyes scanned her tight body even further coming to rest on a thin elastic waistband of her black panties that was visible above the tulle skirt. A further narrow strip of sheerness was unintentionally highlighted as her skirt sat below her panties, her skirt resting lower on her hips. He imagined what she might look like if fully exposed in the sheer barely there fabric that undoubtedly hid nothing underneath.
He had received a preview when she had spun around, but now seeing the edge of rayon mere inches above her crotch, mere inches away from his own, was all beckoning.

“If…If you were my girlfriend you’d be regretting wearing this outfit right now. I'd start by flipping you over against this wall so fast and spanking your ass so hard you’d regret it all the way till next Halloween.”

She said nothing, but merely bit her lip anxiously.

With a sudden jerk, he pushed himself away from temptation and marched into the bedroom slamming the door behind him.

Ana began breathing heavily, arching and releasing her back repeatedly. Her mind wanted to slow down, but her body continued to react uncontrollably. She was unsure if his threats were real or not, but what she was sure of was that they were having an immediate effect on her, causing her middle to fill with an uncontrollable sensation.

She began praying audibly that whatever the sensation turned out to be that it wouldn't end up with her ruining yet another pair, especially these. These new, over-priced designer black panties that she had splurged on, bought specifically for this costume. Bought with the sole intent to tease heavily, to be shown off "accidentally" throughout the night thanks to her barely-there skirt. Now that flirtatious plan may have backfired.

Shuffling in place, she anxiously yet hesitantly reached down between her legs with both hands for the answer. She worried that either his words had somehow, and entirely unexpectedly, had aroused her. Or worse yet, that his harsh disciplinarian tone had scared her so much that she was about to wet herself.

Well, could you follow along the chain of events or was it too confusing?

I do hope you found the story enjoyable. If so, please let me know via comments. If not at least take a moment to vote via the polls below.

Have a safe and Happy Halloween!


Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Random Thoughts: Simple Pleasures

With SO MUCH going on in the world most of us could definitely use a distraction.

Unfortunately, I have not had enough time to properly devote to my distraction of choice, writing, as I would like. I have considered giving you tidbits of stories, smaller scraps of stories than usual. But would those be satisfying? Perhaps? But guessing not.

With new stories missing as of late, here and seemingly on a lot of like-minded blogs, what has been/is your go-to escape? Is it television instead, or videos? Or simply perusing old stories online? 

And to be further intrusive, do you find greater solace in images over stories or are they all equal? Is Tumblr more your speed now, rapid visual stimulation?
Or is Blogger still the nice preffered coasting speed where you can take it all in at your own pace?

I am guessing since you are visiting here you favor the stories at a slightly slower pace. Which leads me to the question I really want to know the answer to.

How much joy do these stories, do my stories to be precise, bring you?

I write for different personal reasons, as I have stated multiple times on this blog, but one of the main reasons I write is with the desire to bring a smile to my readers face. To bring a bit of joy to you. To know a reader has experienced simple exuberant joy after reading one of my posts - well that, in turn, brings me simple joy.

So my inquiring mine wants to know, are you are like I imagine.

Like this young lady. Full of curiosity, reading my stories with anxious hesitation. Stumbling at key story points.  Pausing to breathe, p
ausing to visualize, pausing to imagine yourself in the story. Wanting yet unable to turn away. Reading the lines over and over again. Interest building to sudden enthusiasm and then being overcome with an urge and giving in before you even realise you have.

Is this a possibility - yes.
Is this a  high probability - hard to say.
Well hard to say without being biased.

Therefore, you tell me dear readers, does this site;
do my stories bring you to this point of pleasure?

Do share.

After all, it is only us here.

(The polls below are for your convenience,
but the extra effort of comments are always appreciated.)

Thursday, September 7, 2017

Hump Day - A Day Late?

Did I Miss Hump Day? Really?

That is too bad as I had a non-spanking related GIF I was really wanting to share. Debating actually, yet hump Day would be the excusable day for it. If you would be interested in such imagery that is. Would you be? I know sometimes I need a bit more than just the sole spanking imagery. How about you?

Back to today - How did today happen already?
Well it seems easy enough when there is so much going on. Busy, busy; bussssy! There has been a lot has going on in my offline world plus in the wider world in general as we all know.

Part of the personal “stuff” included an unexpected and extended visit to the dentist for surgery this morning.

Despite being amazed at my high pain tolerance the dentist recommended that I avoid the commute into the city today and stay home. This left me wondering why was she so surprised about my pain tolerance; was it because she was purposely trying to hurt me?

Regardless I am almost certain none of you want to hear about this morning’s type of oral procedures, fear not; as I have something else for you.

This dental visit led my mind to wander. I remembered an old photoset I had gathered off the internet from somewhere that I don’t recall where and haven’t seen since. I haven’t seen it on Tumblr either, which is a rarity in of itself as almost everything seems to find its way to Tumblr these days.

This topical photo set paired with an old character of mine (based on a real-life old friend) would make for a brief yet fun photo story. Well at least it did in my imagination. Isn’t that how you imagine things; with yourself or friends as characters? No? Is that just me?

Regardless I hope this partial but favorite photoset brings a smile to your face.

If I remember correctly she either gives him
the wrong medicine or reads him the diagnosis wrong.

With the Dr.'s full permission of course
he is left to deal with her on his own.
And there is truly only one effective way to deal with incompetence, right?

Look at his face!

He couldn't be more surprised if he won the lottery!
The size of her ample, ripe bottom, PLUS those
white, rayon panties AND thigh-highs – jackpot !

Her look on the other hand -

It changes in an instant from utter disbelief to
sudden shock and pain and ultimately humiliation.

Well not sure if you see the humiliation in this image,
it is on others of this set, but you can definitely see her pain

and it make me smile.

And of course there are other facts about her panties
that just adds to my love of this set, which you might guess at.

Well this set puts a grin on my face every time; did it put one on yours as well?
Or perhaps it brings fear to your face as you imagine the misfortune of this poor girl? Or worse? Let me know either way.

I wish I had time to write my version of this photo-story and how it would all play out, which is different than how the original photoset does. I only wonder if my story would be similar to yours?

Monday, August 28, 2017

Random Thoughts: Off Topic + A Technical Question

Random Thoughts: Off Topic + A Technical Question

We interrupt our regular programming to bring you the following 3 Random Thoughts, so feel free to skip and come back another time when we return to our regular programming.

1. Technical Question: Blogger / Follower Profiles
If I remember correctly and if I wasn’t hallucinating, Blogger used to offer an option of clicking on those generous people who “Follow” your blog and you’d be able to see the names of their own blogs. For some reason that no longer seems to be an option. When I click on a follower all I see is a list of blogs they do follow, but not his/her actual blog. Hmm; am I missing something?

2. Most Recent Story
So I posted a story recently, which seems to have attracted even less feedback than usual. I wonder if this was due to either (A) the storyline theme in particular, aka the reason for the spanking or (B) perhaps due to an additional somewhat explicit image/gif (that I have since removed) which may have been too much for some readers? If you are so inclined to share your opinion as to if either "A" or "B" is correct, please do so over at that post.

3. A Personal Update for the sake of Clarification

On a prior post, I wrote about the status of my relationship. Apparently I was too vague with the following comment.

“… to starting anew in the relationship department.”

What I meant, was not that I started a new relationship, but moving on from my past relationship to start anew. A very subtle difference unintentionally easily misunderstood.

Not sure I am ready to officially start dating again and depending on which “professional advise” you subscribe to it may or may not be time. Regardless of being ready to date or not, a man does get lonely.

For those readers out there who are not in relationships, I am sure you can relate too well to that engulfing loneliness. Granted there are a few days when I am either
a) grateful and able to find the inner peace of attending events without worrying about having to accommodate the tastes and preference of another b) or catch a glimpse other couples and their intense arguments and I am grateful I am not in those situations (in a relationship for the sake of being in a relationship).

However, as just those two simple points are stated there are the obvious flips sides to those coins;
a) it would be nice to not have to always go to places alone and therefore b) it would be nice to have companionship and to be in a consistent relationship.
Social Media's Two-Sides
With that overview aside, there were two young ladies I recently “went out” with.

I was corresponding with one young lady for the past few months (she is my age for the record, but as you know, I use the term “young lady” generally because…well it is part of my relevant vocabulary).  We were not dating per say, just talking as she needed a compassionate ear for the many life trials she was experiencing lately. We talked often and it was nice to feel “wanted”. We went out only twice, it went well overall, but nothing more than a hug happened. Well thanks to (the negative side of) social media, it appears that she has found herself a boyfriend which came to a big surprise to me. As I randomly happen to come across her posts of weekend getaways with some other guy. Okay, so that answers that.

The other young lady (who for the record is 10 years my junior), was an old friend who had moved cross country, but was in town for summer visiting family while planning for an international move. We had kept in touch over the years thanks to (the positive side of) social media. I invited her out for a friendly get together. We had dinner and a long night of talking and drinking. To say that it was awesome, despite its apparent simplicity, would be an understatement. At the end of the night after walking her home, we made plans to get together within the next two days. To condense the story I eventually received a text canceling any further get-togethers as she thought it would be too complicated to simply hang out since she will be leaving the country in a few short weeks. I was stunned, confused and disappointed.

So there you have it, an update on my personal life that you didn’t ask for, but I shared anyways. It is going to be a challenge to start anew and an even bigger challenge to find someone who shares my interests, who shares our interests. And as I've said before on this blog; at this point in my life I don’t want to settle without that which I have accepted as an intricate part of my life. That which the majority of you have and currently experience in your relationships that which brings us all to blogs and places like this. Which just makes things all the more challenging.

Oh and if you have read this far, to thank you, I’ll give you the treat of playing a game.
I found the above inspired illustration this morning simply by chance and it somehow seemed to relate well in regards to the second “relationship” story I shared above.
Can you identify the name of the movie that this image references?

Have a good week and pray for Texas!

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Intermission: Thursday Check In

It has been an especially busy couple of weeks personally and professionally and on top of that my wifi at my home has been down. (I could post from the office, but I’d rather not).

Personal life has been layered with multiple responsibilities. From the ongoing day to day, to dealing with the issues of aging parents, all the way to starting anew in the relationship department. I may talk about these things later perhaps or probably not, but definitely not on this post.

On top of all that, the ever unfortunate steady stream of bad national news has made me rethink that this blog and my posts are trivial.

As you all know there is so much going on across the US at the moment that has taken my attention and added to my neglect of this blog. I won’t go off on my political opinions for I am fairly certain no one appreciates coming to theses spanking blogs and finding political commentary as has been demonstrated by other blogs.

What I will comment on regarding the political social climate is via what I had always believed in and what my ol’ elder friend Bud reinforced for me multiple times. I am sure I have mentioned him on this blog before.

Bud was sent to some tough places and multiple fronts during WWII thanks to chance and his rare “good fortune” as he would say. His stories were always honest, not embellished nor glorified.
His orders including being sent to Germany. He wasn’t part of the actual liberation forces in Germany, but the immediate post cleanup. 

Bud was one of the strongest men I have ever known on so many levels (When they refer to “the greatest generation”, he was proof). Yet, when he would speak of things he saw and things he had to clean up, he would almost break. I’ll spare you all the details, but he reminded me often of what he fought for, of what we thought we fought for. We should always fight for that which is simply, undeniably right. No, America has never been perfect, but it has been a work in progress; ever attempting to reach a moral ideal. And those ideals are what we should continue to fight for.




I’ll leave you with some eye candy. For that is why you come here, is it not?
Perhaps this blog and these posts are what the soul needs at times; a simple distraction - and in that it serves a purpose - ?

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

P.S.A. Wednesday

Wednesday Morning Public Service Announcement

Well, ladies and gentlemen, today’s P.S.A. is:

So simple, but so true.
This is so true for so many of us. We should all learn to stop and
look for the beauty around
 us. Otherwise, you never know what you might miss.

Allow me to illustrate.
So many of us can be like this guy:

(Remember you can click to enlarge the pictures)

Or this guy who thinks he is looking around, but really isn't.

Because if they only had looked around,
they might have seen the beauty of this young lady's struggle:

And what exactly was her struggle you ask? What did they miss?
Well, let's pan-out in order to take a closer, longer look:

(This one you should definitely click to enlarge.)


I think it is obvious these guys clearly missed the lesson, because something is very, very clear. What do you think?

In turn, I think this young lady’s lesson, taking one on behalf of other young ladies, is a bit different.

Foremost, she should learn to look down and beware of street grates.

And even deeper, she should perhaps think about her choice of panties long and hard before setting out for the day. Because one thing is definitely obvious, thanks to their sheerness, if someone gets a long look at them, it is clear that she is no doubt going to get someone hard.

That concludes our PSA.
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