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Friday, October 22, 2004 Friday Fiction - My Office My Office My office had gotten a little dim, I noticed, and it was the first hint that my workday was almost over.  I ran my eyes along the next proofing document, not really reading it, more so sizing it up.  I was debating whether to call that one the last for the day, or the one I was about to finish.  I thought about going home and decided there wasn't much worth hurrying home for.  In the grand scheme of things, my fish would just have to survive an extra half hour without dinner.  A comical thought of my goldfish tightening their proverbial belts came to mind.  I chuckled as I finished the Brown vs. Metzger proof and sat back with a smiling sigh.  I unfolded the manila envelope and pulled out the next piece of documentation.  I noticed right off that this proof involved literary guidelines referring to an acquisition, not to dismissal like all the others I had been working on today.  By now, I was very much alone in my tall office building and had no interns to send for the needed support documents.  This meant a trip to the library.  I decided that I would retrieve the needed volumes, set them on my desk, and leave the whole thing for tomorrow.  Four flights of stairs lead me to the reference section in the upstairs portion of the library.  The dimly lit room had the feel of seclusion.  During the day, the lights were almost blinding and the bustle of people usually left little or no room for off-hand speculation.  More of a get in, get it, get out type of situation than anything else.  I walked over to the Acquisition shelves and began running my finger across the leather-bound book spines when I heard a giggle.  A sort of mischievous giggle that implied eager titillation.  I swung my head around, curious to see who would be trying to out do me in the "working late" department.  The balcony was empty, save an abundant array of reference books and legal propaganda.  I thought for a moment, and was about to dismiss the giggle as a result of over-working, but it came again.  The sound was coming from downstairs in the main portion of the library.  I have always considered myself curious, never enough to get in to trouble, but I had to find the source of the afore-mentioned giggle.  I decided to employ some of the covert tactics I had been practicing in my navy seals video game and move to a better position for a little recon.  I soon discovered, to my surprise, two young interns, Colleen and Brenda, having what seemed like a very private conversation.  I began to feel a little weird about eavesdropping.  I was about to get back to work when Brenda, the blonde one, pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it on a near-by globe.  Without missing a beat, Colleen unbuttoned her sweater and let it fall to the floor.  "Interesting exercise in mimicry", I thought to myself.  Brenda had a broad smile and a fervent look in her green eyes.  Her lips parted, loosing another cute giggle as she stepped closer to Colleen.  Her hand slipped around Colleen's back and they stood smiling at one another for a moment.  With one quick motion, Brenda had Colleen's white, conservative bra off and was swinging it round her outstretched finger.  Colleen's supple breasts heaved and almost all at once her nipples hardened.  Brenda let fly the bra and it landed on the table next to the blouse-laden globe.  The two women began to talk in low, hushed voices and Brenda placed her hand gently atop Colleen's more than perky breast.  She rubbed and massaged for a moment, then shoved the dainty brunette onto one of the desks.  By this time, I had forgotten about acquisition, about dismissal, I had even forgotten about the pain of the rail digging into my ribs as I craned for a better look.  I did notice the throbbing in my crotch, however.  It turned out that Brenda was a sort of dominating type, and she was asserting this fact to Colleen.  She unhooked her black-laced bra and gave her own nipples a twist. Colleen, sitting eagerly on the edge of the desk, licked hungrily at Brenda's fingertips and nipples until, finally, Brenda moved her hand to a more supportive position under her tit for Colleen to suck freely her entire areola.  A bit of giggling gave way to a moan from Brenda.  Without any further a due, Brenda forced Colleen on to her back and began to suck and lick her breasts, all the while squeezing and caressing them.  Brenda got to her knees and placed Colleen's leg over her shoulder.  Brenda kissed her inner thigh with very wet lips and slid her tongue along her creamy white skin.  There was no mistaking the moment when Brenda's oral muscle pressed firmly against the outside of Colleen's white cotton panties.  Nor was there any mistaking the sound of those panties being torn from their wearer.  Colleen's knees bent upward as she braced for the first of many orgasmic climaxes she would be subjected to.  She became a willing participant in what seemed to be a challenge of sexual endurance.  For nearly forty minutes Brenda nibbled her labia and inner thigh area, occasionally returning to the clitoris to drive the orgasms harder and further.  She inserted two fingers inside Colleen and began using the "come here" motion to further enhance the experience.  More like "come now" if you asked me.  After a particularly loud and moist climax, Brenda stood up.  "Why did you stop?" Colleen begged, gasping for air and wriggling from post orgasmic tremors.  "Its my turn." replied Brenda in a very matter-of-fact tone.  With that, Brenda bent at the waist and crawled over top of the still prone Colleen.  They kissed for a bit, stroking and fingering one anther's breasts, and Brenda continued her cat-like crawl and positioned herself at Colleen's head, half squatting over her face.  "Lick my pussy, now!" demanded Brenda, and Colleen did not disappoint.  She immediately lunged her tongue fully into Brenda's juicy twat.  Hungrily licking and slurping as she went, Brenda began to moan and writhe in place.  Finally she broke into deep, guttural moans of delight and inhibition.  I decided to use this noise to cover my own ejaculatory response.  If you can't join 'em, beat it, right?  Brenda and Colleen both wore knowing little grins as they dressed one another and hugged and kissed a bit.  They decided that this would remain an anonymous session with more to come.  I was very happy to hear this and made a side note to myself to check up on my references more often.  They finished gathering their things and headed toward the door.  Brenda opened the door and turned to Colleen, who in turn, turned to look at the very place where I sat hunched over and very uncomfortable.  "We will do this again as long as it remains a secret, okay Mr. Rodman?"  Stunned at the reference to me, I held my breath, hoping that this was a bluff.  "We will take your silence to mean you understand.” added Brenda.  "See you tomorrow morning Mr. Rodman."  The two girls began to giggle as they walked out of earshot and the hydraulic arm of the library door pulled it shut.  I sat still for a moment longer, thinking they would try to burst back in and confirm I was there.  Only after both my legs had fallen asleep did I feel safe enough to leave.  I walked across the upper library to the stairwell door, all the while looking back to the door and at my legs, which had just begun their pins-and-needles bit of waking up.  I opened the door to the stairwell, and was shocked to see the young women standing there with coy grins on their faces.  "Wanna join tomorrow night, or you just a voyeur?" Brenda asked.  "Lets just say I have been hard at work ever since."   .

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 Thursday, October 21, 2004

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The Color of Black

Somehow this set of images reminds me of the first erotic photo's about 100 years ago. I think it's mainly because of the classic pose of the models. Also some of the images have a blurry effect that gives them the old camera touch.

Why are a lot of photographers using Black & white photography? These images show that using only B&W gives the artist the ability to concentrate on shape in relation with light and shadow. Color can sometimes disturb the effect of light on the model. And the puritans think that photography is all about light, photography is light. In these images you can see clearly how the artist play with this light concept.

Interview with Brandon Iron by MBJ

     Its funny - most people when asked who their favorite porn star is, automatically spout out any one of a number of female performer's names. Yet few of the fans would even think of a male porn stars name.

     Now why do I emphasize this? Well simple... If a girl is pretty and ready to give a BJ on camera to a stranger... a porn star is born, but for the male talent, only hard work and perseverance pays off.

     Recently I had the pleasure to speak with one of these rare occurrences, Brandon Iron.  Now I can't say I know Brandon personally but I've had contact with him over the years, nothing business, nothing personal, just contact, and I am quiet familiar with his work as a young talent to his rise to one of the top directors and stars in the business today. I sometimes wonder if the persona portrayed on screen is reflected in the director's work?  Here was my chance to find out...

    Let's begin where it all starts - That magic number in the industry. 18!

MBJ - So you are an 18 year old Brandon Iron, who are you?

BI -- I am a struggling porn addict/English major. My favorites are Ginger Lynn, Amber Lynn, and Christy Canyon. There are no good rental places where I live, so I scour every adult place I can find. I read lots of xxx review magazines and jerk off to pics, fantasizing what it would be like to be in porn.

MBJ - Ok, you like porn. So do a lot of guys. But do you wake up one day, out of the blue, and decide, "I want to be a porn star!"?

BI -- I was having sex with a girlfriend and we literally broke a bed!  She is covered in sweat, as am I, and she says, "You should do movies!" I always had it on my mind that it would be the best job in the world. Only later did I find out just how hard it is to perform. There are some incredibly consistent guys in the business. I am not one of them!

MBJ - But you still have to support yourself in the mean time. The obvious… What other jobs have you had before the adult gig?

BI -- I worked several unfulfilling jobs, none of which is worth mentioning. The most important thing I learned in my 20's is to enjoy what you do. If you really love what you do and have a passion for it, you will never really have to work a day in your life! Nothing beats a life that involves meeting beautiful women, traveling to Europe a couple times a year, and documenting your sexual exploits for the whole world to see.

MBJ - This is a weird one… But I always think… Many people have families, brothers, sisters… Not to be to intrusive, but does anybody in your family know your occupation? 

BI -- My family is aware of what I do and they are supportive. For that, I am grateful.

MBJ - I've seen you in films when you were younger. I know you've been involved for a long time and have established yourself as a performer. Now you have a number of self directed releases… How did you jump to the role as director?

BI -- I was never the most consistent performer out there. My income would vary wildly from month to month and there was not a lot of stability being an actor. Mark Wood and I produced the first 5 volumes of TEEN TRYOUTS for Devil's Films and we learned a lot. Eventually, he went on to JM Productions and I went on to Platinum X Pictures. The most important thing is to try to develop some other skills like editing and still photography. 

MBJ – So tell me, is your material a reflection of your desires or is it a market you have fallen into?

BI -- First and foremost, I am a fan. I started out watching a LOT of movies and I remain a big fan of certain series. There is a great deal of product on the shelves that I am not particularly interested in watching. It's not that it is not good or anything. It's just that I want to see different things. In my swallowing series, A GOOD SOURCE OF IRON, I try to put in 100 loads swallowed by the girls. As far as swallowing series go, I think the customer is getting his money's worth.

MBJ - So you prefer harder more aggressive porn?

BI -- I prefer "real" porn.... the kind of sex that is animalistic and raw instead of choreographed. Strong sex can be the highest form of communication between a man and a woman if it is done with pure intent. If a person pushes their limits, it will show. For example, I remember how Julie Night gave herself to Manuel Ferrara in I LOVE IT ROUGH #1. He drags her down a flight of stairs. She ricochets off the stairs, he kisses her deeply, then fucks her face like it was a pussy. I never get tired of seeing performers who take it to the next level.

MBJ - So you have sex a lot… Does it get in the way of a relationship and is it possible to maintain a relationship with a girl outside of porn?

BI -- Yes, but you have more in common if you date within the business. I live with a girl who is in porn. We have a life outside the business and enjoy our time together. 

MBJ - Any female star you would like to do a scene with that you haven't?

BI -- I have always been a big Ginger Lynn fan.

MBJ - The business I imagine is very competitive and the possibility to make “ill will” is great. Any stars you would like to take a jab at?

BI -- No, there is no one I would like to take a jab at. The longer I am in porn, the more I respect anyone who makes their living in this industry. It's highly competitive! You have to take risks to get the rewards. After being in business with Platinum X Pictures for a year and a half, I have come to admire other people who have been around for many more years.

MBJ - Every body I talk to, in any business, complains that they work too much, I mean you can work at a video store 7 days a week, it's possible. But is it possible to shoot, lets say, 5 days in a row? How often do you shoot?

BI -- I shoot according to the release schedule. I do one title per month at Platinum X. If it's a simple movie like BAKER'S DOZEN, I can do it in 3 days. All I need are 3 one-on-one anal scenes followed by, at least, a dozen guys getting blown and giving the girl a massive facial. If the title is something more complicated like A GOOD SOURCE OF IRON, a swallowing line with around 100 loads per volume, it will take me longer to shoot.

MBJ - I do like the quality of the material you've been releasing with platinum pictures. I sometimes say to myself…  “How does Brandon Iron get such a hot girl to do such interesting sex acts?” How many releases have you done for platinum pictures?

BI -- I have 20 titles out at this time. They are I LOVE IT ROUGH #1, 2, and 3. SPIT SHINED #1 and 2. TEN LITTLE PIGGIES #1, 2, 3, and 4. INTENSITIES IN 10 CITIES. A GOOD SOURCE OF IRON #1, 2, and 3. BELL BOTTOMS #1 and 2. PHOTOGRAPHIC MAMMARIES #1 and 2. BAKER'S DOZEN #1 and 2. SIX PACK #1. All covers can be seen at www.platinumxpictures.com.

MBJ - So you have worked with numerous stars… The creme of the crop. Any personal favorites?

BI -- There are too many to name! I love the energy of Belladonna, Melissa Lauren, Ashley Blue, Jasmine Lynn, Missy Monroe, and Gia Paloma. I like every girl that I have hired for my movies. A good attitude means the world to me. If a girl can convince me she truly enjoys what she is doing, I am going to be proud to own the product and watch it for years to come.

MBJ - There is such a rush to regulate the industry. Do you think condom requirements will hasten your type of product?

BI -- I am not in favor of mandatory condom usage in the adult industry. Having said that, I respect any performer's decision to use condoms. They are not something I want to see in my movies, so I choose not to shoot scenes with them.

MBJ - You seem to have it all… living out west, girls, sex, a great company. Basically any man's dream. Where do you think it will lead you to in 5 years?

BI -- In 5 years, I would love to be celebrating my 80th release with Platinum X Pictures! Producing movies through this company is a great opportunity to share in the profits. Directors are allowed to own their own productions and receive money on an ongoing basis. It gives you an incentive to create the best product you can. I know that every movie in which I have put more money has generated more revenue. In 5 years, I hope to create a catalog of movies that are enjoyed by people around the world.

MBJ - Now something personal, unimportant, humanize yourself!  What is your favorite food?

BI -- There is a great restaurant in Woodland Hills, California, called California Pita Grill that serves the best chicken/rice/Greek salad dishes! It's healthy and tastes great!

MBJ - Personally I hate feet, but I see you have a niche series involving feet. Tell me about "10 Little Piggies.” Is this a personal favorite or an answer to the markets calling?

BI -- TEN LITTLE PIGGIES is a line that features 10 girls with nice feet who get fucked by one or more guys. It usually is 2 girls with 1 guy, but it varies. There is foot worship combined with strong sex. I have always been crazy for girls with nice, pedicured feet. High arches and long, slim toes look so sexy in my opinion. After watching other foot fetish movies out there, I thought I would try my own style. I don't just want to see a beautiful woman tease with nylons, etc.. I want to see sex, too.

MBJ – Actually, my first contact with you was when you operated under the persona Alex James Hidell, when I tried to speak with you for the Opie and Anthony Show about the SLAP HAPPY series… Why did Alex James Hidell disappear?

BI -- Alex James Hidell was the director name I used at Extreme Associates. It was given to me by Rob Black, the owner of Extreme, who thought I resembled Lee Harvey Oswald. Alex James Hidell was the name Oswald used to obtain the rifle he used to assassinate President Kennedy. Hidell never really disappeared. He just moved on to other opportunities. Working at Extreme was a great learning experience and I met a lot of good people.

MBJ - I have to admit, I did get a kick out of SLAP HAPPY. Whose idea was SLAP HAPPY? Was that real vomit?

BI --  SLAP HAPPY was the first movie that I produced entirely on my own. I shot it, financed it, performed in it, edited it, and shopped it around to different companies. No one wanted to take it, but Rob Black bought it from me. Yes, the vomit was real.... So was everything else like the slapping, gagging, and choking.

MBJ - Since it was so unique, are there any plans on releasing something similar in the future?

BI – I'm satisfied with the lines I currently do at Platinum X Pictures. One of the company's best sellers is I LOVE IT ROUGH. It's different than SLAP HAPPY in that it includes full sex, anal, ass-to-mouth, group sex, blowbangs, massive facials, and cum eating. Volume 2 featured Maggie Star and her infamous 55 load swallow scene. She got sick to her stomach, but that scene is an absolute classic!

MBJ - Now I've seen a lot of your material and do enjoy it very much… Tell my readers why they should purchase your product and tell me about your latest release and why I should purchase it?

BI -- My latest releases are A GOOD SOURCE OF IRON #3 and BAKER'S DOZEN #2. In A GOOD SOURCE OF IRON #3, you get 100 loads swallowed by 8 girls. Delilah Strong, Scarlet O'Whora, Nadia Styles, Shayna Knight, Trina Michaels, Lain Oi, Makayla Cox, and Meadow do some pretty impressive cum swallowing. There are blowbangs, POV blowjobs and fucking, anal, ass-to-mouth, and cum cocktails. Makayla Cox does something different by eating 9 loads off her face! What a mess! BAKER'S DOZEN #2 features Taylor Rain doing something she has NEVER done before. She gets fucked in her ass by Julian, who jerks his load into her mouth, and is paraded before a group of nearly 30 men. She chooses 12 to blow and receives a massive facial which gets eaten off her face by Taylor Kross and Alex Divine. It doesn't end there, however, as another dozen guys come in, get blown, and blast the faces of the girls. Trista Post and Missy Monroe do similar scenes. Trista blows 13 guys before Toni Ribas arrives. He is so horny that he doesn't even care about the loads on her face and starts fucking her anyways. She is absolutely wrecked. Even her attempt to clean off her face by eating the cum cannot possibly get everything! She takes his cock in her ass and eats his load, too. Missy Monroe outdid herself by fucking Manuel Ferrara and then taking on about 36 guys with her mouth. She is assisted by Kami Andews and Julie Night. Missy is buried under a mountain of cum as dozens of guys unload on her pretty face. Kami and Julie clean her with their tongues. The closer for the movie is Missy ordering 6 loads "to go... right on her face" just as she takes a bite of a donut. She gets her final glazing and the movie ends! It will be hard to top this movie. I honestly think this will be a classic as far as massive facials go.
 

MBJ - Well if that doesn't make you want to give Brandon's movies a chance, if you're not already addicted to this cutting edge performer and director, what will? 

Learn more about Brandon at www.platinumxpictures.com

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 Wednesday, October 20, 2004

And So It Goes - I'm Going to Disneyland

     “How long since you've been to Disneyland?” my wife Yahaira asked.

     “Hell, 15 years?”

     “Let's go tomorrow,” she said. “Please, please, please, please...”

     How I wish I had sobered up before I shook on it.

     Bob the gardener gave us directions: “It's easy. All ya do's take the 101 to the 5 and look for the signs.”

     Three hours later, as we came to a broil on the freeway, I wondered what Bob the gardener had against us. Stopping and going, shifting and cursing, my car and I both promised to overheat. I came to hate the guy in front of me with all his brake lights and lack-of-goingness, his bumper sticker that read “So It Goes.”

     Yahaira tried to make conversation, but I could only articulate one word: “Aaaahhhhh!”

     Zen masters instruct us to let go, to surrender to the power of the present moment. I had taken two Buddha breaths when the man behind me honked for me to fill the gap ahead.

     I snapped. “Where do you want me go, pal? WHERE DO YOU WANT ME TO GO?”

     Yahaira held my hand so that the middle finger didn't come out. That letting go business was not intended for Highway 5.

     We were imprisoned by steaming metal: tall cars, small cars, blue cars, red... Saturns, Hondas, go-carts, sleds. Where could all of these people possibly be headed?

     Answer: Disneyland. Every one of them.

     Disneyland doesn't have an off ramp; the 5 just lets off at its gates. Nowhere in the world is there a place so peopled as this. There are lines to get in, lines to get out, lines to eat, lines to excrete. There are fake lines to get into the real lines.

     Yahaira and I were paralyzed. Not from the possibilities but from the fact that we both suffer from claustrophobia. When the crowd gets dense, we bang our heads and yell like Rain Man.

     Inside the park, we found sanctuary at a corral by Thunder Mountain. Normally, I can't bear hillbilly music, but today it somehow soothed me. I consulted our Disneyland Atlas to find everything where I had left it 15 years earlier: the tiki thingy, spinning teacups, It's a Full World. Try as I might, I couldn't work up the zeal to propose a destination. Yahaira didn't care; she was rocking back and forth talking to herself.

     “V - e - r - n...”

     Ultimately, we decided to brave the crowds for a shot at Space Mountain. It was, after all, the only real coaster in the park. We crossed our hearts and jumped into the torrent of humanity to trudge our way across the park. Families came at us in waves, forcing us to duck and weave. They were armed with strollers and balloons and junk food. Sometimes Yahaira and I had to release hands to let a linebacker through.

     Near dusk, we arrived at Space Mountain to find a mob, nay, a throng, of people awaiting the ride. Heat lifted from their bodies in layers of reek. It was like Woodstock in a bottle. My head spun. I told Yahaira that I couldn't do it. I definitely, definitely couldn't do it.

     The sign read, “Estimated wait: 2 hours.”

     I had to do the math: If the wait for a ride were 2 hours and the ride itself lasted 2 minutes, then during a 6-hour visit, I could go on three rides. And for these 6 minutes I paid $100, or $17 per minute of diversion. I felt like the guy who gets drunk and spends $75 on phone sex that he can't remember the next morning.

     Just when the tea party could get no madder, I spotted a boy in the middle of Cosmic Court. He was bouncing to the music on the intercom. His chubby little legs bent and kicked and landed him on his rump now and again. He wielded his lollipop like a marching band baton. Sometimes he'd laugh just because. Earlier today he had seen Mickey Mouse—the Mickey, not the one you find at Toys R Us. Now he was dancing and having dessert. No, this was Disneyland. He was having lunch.

     Mom pulled him to the side to save him from an Hispanic stampede. He never looked up. He was promised a parade tonight, when all the Disney characters would wave at him like so many Santa Clauses.

     Wedged in traffic on our way home, I reflected on the boy who made me feel so dumb. Disneyland wasn't a bad place. You just have to see it through a child's eyes. I had missed the opportunity to let go, stop my bickering, and become uncomplicated. I could have just bought a lollipop and enjoyed the chaos.

     Then the guy behind me honked, and I lost it: “WHERE DO YOU WANT ME TO GO?”

     When we finally got home and I dropped my weary skull onto the pillow, it was the happiest place on Earth.
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Tuesday, October 19, 2004

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“Good morning,” Eamon whispered into Sheila's ear waking her up to the gooseflesh and involuntary shudder evoked by his hot breath. 

“Hey,” Sheila stretched lazily. “What time is it?” 

“Time to get up and make me breakfast,” Eamon pulled the sheets back and gave her a pat on her bottom. 

Sheila groaned and rolled away. “I'm tired,” she complained. 

“Should have thought of that when you stayed up late on line. Today you have a date, and you're already getting a late start,” Eamon smacked her bottom hard and gave her a firmer push toward the edge of the bed. 

“Couldn't we do it next week? It's been such a crummy week,” Sheila rolled flat on her stomach spreading her arms and legs so he couldn't roll her so easily to the edge of the bed. 

“Today slave, now get up or you'll start the day with a sore bottom before we even start,” Eamon was firm. He knew the week was playing on her mind, and he was determined to make her focus on more important things than internet squabbles. 

“Mmmmm! Noooooooooooo! I'm sleepy and not in the mood honey,” Sheila buried her head under the pillow. 

“Get up Sheila, now!” Eamon yanked the pillow away with one hand, and spanked her again with the other. 

She obeyed him reluctantly and crawled out of bed. As she stood, Eamon came around to her side and embraced her with a hug and a kiss good morning. “Ready?” he asked. 

“No,” Sheila complained and pouted looking up into his eyes with a half hearted plea. 

Eamon chuckled and ignored it. Turning his attention to the plans they'd made for the morning he lifted her night shirt up over her head and tossed it on the rocker. She stood before him, naked. 

“It's cold in here Eamon,” Sheila complained and closed her eyes when his palms moved back to cradle her hips. 

“You'll warm up shortly,” he slid his palms from her hips up the side of her torso. When his fingers reached her ribs, he rolled them so his palms were up, and stroked her flesh upward until cupped her breasts and then captured her nipples. When he did, he squeezed and then twisted them. Not cruelly, by hard. Sheila closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, unable to ignore the sudden pulse of energy her tortured nipples shot through her groin. 

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” she crooned, her eyes still closed. 

“That's more like it.” Eamon smiled and leaned down to kiss her eye lids. He reached over into the drawer of her night stand and lifted out the narrow black collar that they used on days like the one they had planned. 

Sheila pulled in a deep breath when she heard the drawer. Then she opened her eyes and watched her husband's hands lift and then caress the ultra soft, weightless and supple leather. Was she ready for this or not today? Maybe it would be good to let her mind go into the fantasy part of her real life. It was always a rewarding place to go after all. The only trouble was the inhibiting residue of arguments and conflict among friends. It weighed on her and felt like a shroud around her mood. 

“Ready?” Eamon lifted her chin and her eyes away from his hands and up to his eyes. 

“I don't know honey,” she answered, leaning into him and closing her eyes again. Fatigue and desire blended to make a mixed message worthy of a psychology text book.

“Trust me?” he asked tapping her chin to coax her eyes open. 

“Yes,” Sheila smiled weakly. She wasn't sure, but she had very little resistance. 

“Good. Then we'll keep this date.” 

Sheila melted into the confidence and resolve that shone in Eamon's expression. She nodded, and Eamon lifted the collar to her throat. Her groin contracted with the intimate meaning of the cool leather and his fingers against her skin. She sighed when the cold of the buckle bumped and pressed against her. Submission. Now she could not, must not, and would not say no. Now she was a slave to the will of the man she loved more than her own life. She would be this until his hands returned to her throat and freed her with the symbolic unbuckling of the clasp. Until he did, the collar would be the only clothing she would wear. While she wore it, she was symbolically wrapped in his will, in him. She was him, and whatever his will wanted her to be. 

Again she closed her eyes. Steeled her own will, saying a small submissive prayer that she'd put it away and then took her mind down into her chest and heart with a deep cleansing breath. “I am yours Master,” she spoke first and then opened her eyes and sought his. 

“Always,” Eamon smiled with deep affection and pride. “Kneel.” 

Sheila obeyed. 

“Tell me,” he whispered. 

“I am yours. May I show you?” Sheila felt the familiar tingle of comfort sweep through her body. The inhibiting shroud made of peripheral things began to fall away. Maybe it was some kind of spell on his collar. Maybe it was the force of Eamon's will. Maybe it was a ghost that possessed her. No matter what it was, Sheila let go of all of her worries and fell into him and what they were about to share together. 

“You may,” Eamon stepped closer, so that Sheila had to stretch and crane her neck to see his face. “Go wash and relieve yourself, then come back to me.” 

Sheila obeyed. A sexy energy kept her company through her morning ablutions. Nothing was in her mind now except her husband and the promise of the morning. She felt light, and alive and excited. She relieved herself, washed herself, brushed her teeth and returned in less than four minutes to kneel in front of the man who was now her Master. 

“Well done.” Eamon praised. “Do you feel fresher now?” 

“Yes,” Sheila kept her head down. She did not have his permission to look at him directly. 

“Make the bed please,” he stood and moved away so she could obey with no impediment. The top sheet and comforter slipped up over the mattress and pillows with only two sweeping movements. The bed was neatly made in less than a minute from the time of the command. 

“Take the pillows and place them in the middle,” Eamon gestured and instructed.

Sheila grimaced, but obeyed. 

“Put the tawse beside them, and then take the schoolmaster strap and place it on the footstool,” Eamon further directed the setting of the tableau. Sheila obeyed her loins now throbbed with the prospect of what he was laying out for her. 

When she finished placing things the way she was told, she returned to kneel on the spot where she first assumed her role. Eamon stepped over and sat down on the side of the bed where he could clasp Sheila's face between his hands. He did that, and tugged her face so she had no choice but to look into his eyes. 

“Are you mine?” Sheila's eyes misted, and she nodded. ‘Only yours,’ her heart screamed silently. 

“Show me,” his lips brushed hers as though they were feathers, as though her lips would collapse and crumble if there was any pressure from his. 

Sheila blinked and dared to seek his eyes for reassurance. Eamon only smiled and stretched back releasing her face and her will so she could obey him. Sheila dropped her eyes and found the bulge in his boxers. Lightly separating the soft cotton, her fingers reached in and hooked his penis, helping it find freedom and bringing it out where her hands could stroke it. Her touch was light as though his already turgid member were the most delicate flower. When he shuddered and groaned with pleasure, Sheila leaned down and took him into her mouth. Her tongue quickly found and tormented the part of him that was most powerless to resist her. After a few minutes, she had him completely hard and could taste the salty beads of pre-cum his body gave up to her. Eamon steeled himself and did not let her take him further. 

“Get up,” he used her hair as a lever to assert control. 

Sheila wanted to object, but her collar absorbed her will for her. Maybe he would let her have him again before the morning was over. If not, it was because he did not need that, and today, his needs were hers. 

She obeyed. 

“Bring me the box,” he stroked her face again making her eyes meet his. 

When her eyes closed and she grimaced, it was involuntary. Sheila steeled herself, and stood and moved to obey going to the closet to retrieve the shoe box that contained toys used to test and challenge her submission. 

“Bend over,” Eamon patted his right thigh when she came back to him and handed him the small box. 

A whimper escaped her throat, though Sheila complied. Eamon lifted the lid and placed the cardboard container on the mattress beside him. When his wife was in position draped submissively across his thighs, he carefully selected an object and a bottle from the box. He coated the object with the liquid contained in the bottle. 

“Bear down,” Eamon's voice was cool and firm. 

Sheila pulled in a breath and fought another whimper. She obeyed, and in less than a second she was invaded by the cold rubber of a medium sized butt plug whetted and made clammy by lubricant that was the temperature of the air. When it was properly seated, Sheila tried to make herself relax and accept it. It wasn't easy, but she did. 

“Make my breakfast now,” Eamon patted her cool buttocks. “Don't let it fall out.” For a few seconds all she could feel was the cruel invasion of the rubber in her anus and the way his handling of her butt cheeks made the sensation stronger. 

Sheila delayed standing only long enough to channel all of the sexuality of Eamon's dominance into her groin and the tension she would need in the muscles in order to comply. No matter what the specifics of his choice was, she wanted it, needed it and relished it; even if it made her quiver in discomfort and fear. The collar was him, and she needed the connection. 

“Thank you Master,” she whispered as she stood up. 

“Over easy, yolks intact, ham not bacon, and fresh picco de gallo on the side.” Eamon kissed Sheila's wrists as he let her move away to the kitchen. “Do it well and I will place this in there for you.” 

Sheila looked back and saw the small bullet vibrator that came with the butt plugs resting on Eamon's left palm. She smiled. The plug was in now and doing its magic on her arousal. The vibrator would be a nice adjunct, but it wasn't necessary for her pleasure. “If I please you Master that will be more than I deserve.” 

Eamon smiled, and let Sheila go to make him his breakfast. 

Sheila let herself disappear into the tasks her husband gave her. The jalapeno pepper was mild, and the tomato was firm, the ham needed to be sliced from the chunk she cooked fully on Monday. Relish and meat ready, the eggs took only minutes. 

When it was ready, Eamon savored the food, and smiled. “Perfect baby.” 

He gestured Sheila to come close to him, and when she obeyed he kissed and plundered her lips then turned her and pushed her down over the table only inches from his plate. Sheila felt the plug in her anus expand and then begin to buzz with a gentle vibration. 

Make yourself a plate and join me,” Eamon crooned. He knew that the decadent breakfast could not hope to distract her fully from the challenge he gave her. “You must not cum without my permission. Is that clear?”

Sheila sighed, and nodded. She tried her best to take her mind off of the mechanical stimulation that the devices in her anus subjected her to. Eamon wanted her mind on her breakfast. It was her goal to comply with that. The effort was superhuman. 

The exquisite flavor of tomato, cilantro, pepper and hot yolk filled her mouth with the first mouth full. Arousal heightened all of her senses, and Sheila marveled with it. 

Eamon smiled watching her. Her internal struggle to obey him and resist orgasm was painted on her expression with a blooming flush. 

Long before her plate was empty, Sheila became desperate. Her whole pelvis throbbed with imminent crisis. It made her gasp. 

“Please master, I need to cum!” she whispered tightening all of the muscles of her pelvic floor and leaning forward to press her vulva onto the hard wood of her chair. 

“No slave. You may not cum,” Eamon's voice was firm. “You will wait until you are spanked. If you take your punishment well, then I will let you cum.” 

But Sheila's body could not obey. She was not able to hold back from or suppress her orgasm. It took her quietly, and she closed her eyes on it, trembling slightly with goose flesh as her groin rhythmically contracted and she swallowed the last morsel of her breakfast. 

When Eamon finished the last of his food, and leaned back in his chair, he regarded his wife with a wicked grin. “Did you cum?” he asked her outright. The deep crimson blush of arousal on her chest gave her away. 

Sheila blushed, and shivered. 

“I couldn't help it,” she whispered. 

“You disobeyed me,” Eamon growled. The sternness in his tone of voice was stronger than Sheila expected. 

Sheila could only shrug. 

“Bring me some ginger from the crisper,” he commanded. 

Sheila groaned. 

“You defy me again?” Eamon questioned surprised by the way Sheila broke from her role with the guttural sound. 

“No Master,” Sheila whimpered. “I'm just afraid of the ginger.” 

“But you have earned it haven't you?” he chuckled. 

“If it pleases you Master,” Sheila grimaced and hugged herself tightly. She obeyed and retrieved the hunk of spicy root that was kept with the innocuous produce in the salad crisper of their refrigerator. 

“The pairing knife too please and then bend over.” 

Sheila stepped to the left two paces, opened the utility drawer and retrieved the pairing knife. When Eamon took it, she sidled over, and lay down over the cool wood surface of the table only a foot from his plate. She knew that he would shortly remove the vibrating rubber device and replace it with the root.

Instead of the delicious vibrating fullness that she easily adapted to, she would experience a painful expanding and irritating heat. Sheila tried to steel herself for it. 

Eamon replaced the rubber plug and its companion vibrator with a large and firm carved plug of ginger root. In only seconds Sheila couldn't help but whimper.

“Honey, please!” she whined. 

“Relax baby,” he rubbed her back, knowing instinctively that without a calming influence for a moment or so, what she was feeling threatened to take over and overwhelm her. 

“I can't!” Sheila grimaced and the whine intensified. “Please!” 

“You can, and you will,” Eamon leaned down and kissed her neck. “Show me how perfectly obedient you are.” 

Sheila pulled in several cleansing breaths and talked herself down from the intense burn that was the ginger root plug in her bottom. Her master put it there, and she wanted and needed to submit to everything he asked of her. Soon she was able to use that thought and Eamon's kisses and caress to soothe her. The heat spread into her, but the burn was no longer pain. It was a challenge for her to submit to now and that calmed her. 

“Thank you Master,” Sheila smiled letting herself relax and transfer her attention from her bottom, to the cool smooth surface of the wood table under her torso. 

Eamon felt her body soften to it, and smiled too. “That's my girl,” he stroked her back and then lifted her to stand. “Clean up the dishes now. Stand up tall and straight while you do.” 

The chore took on new meaning. Sheila felt every sinew in her body as she moved, and she reveled in the tingle the cool air of the kitchen and Eamon's eyes imparted to her skin. By the time she finished cleaning the kitchen and moved to kneel in front of Eamon Sheila felt serene. 

“If it pleases you Master, I have finished,” she spoke to his feet. 

“Good, you know the position I require now,” Eamon instructed. 

Sheila smiled and nodded, spreading her knees wide she sat back on her heels and placed her hands palms up on her thighs. The position opened the hot intimate parts of her to the air, and made her sphincter spasm around the ginger root. The heat from it renewed and pulsed into her causing her to draw an involuntary sharp breath. 

Eamon stroked her face and lifted her chin so she could look into his eyes. 

“Squeeze it harder,” he whispered bringing her lips to his. 

Sheila obeyed. The intense burn forced her eyes closed 

“Look at me,” Eamon warned, his voice cool with it. 

His dominance seethed into her sending a delicious pulse of electricity through her. She obeyed and locked her eyes with his. 

“Squeeze it again,” Eamon's eyes sparkled with pride. 

Sheila smiled back and obeyed. The burning in her anus was becoming acutely painful, and Sheila found herself steeling against a growing urge to empty her bowels, but further forward she also felt her vulva and clitoris pulsing. The clenching of her muscles against the root was threatening to make her cum again.

Eamon knew it and used it. “Squeeze again.” 

Sheila obeyed. 

“Again.” 

Her eyes blinked and her breath hitched. The burn was almost too much but the pulsing further forward was bliss. 

“Look at me Sheila,” Eamon warned. Then he repeated the command for her to squeeze the ginger inside her. 

He knew by the flush around her neck and chest that she was aroused and close to climax. 

“Do you want to cum baby?” 

“If it pleases you Master,” Sheila whispered. 

“If I say no?” Eamon teased. 

“I will try to obey,” Sheila answered, but she knew her body might not let her. That reality and the growing impossible tension between her thighs made her clench harder and have to catch her breath again. 

“You're close aren't you honey,” he smiled and stroked her face again. 

“Yes sir. Too close,” Sheila's voice hitched as she answered truthfully. 

“Then stand up here for me and we'll remove he temptation for a while. You still have to be punished and you've already cheated once this morning.” 

Sheila couldn't help the grimace as she stood. She wanted to cum and felt the urgency of it, but there was a comfortable resolution that came with holding back too. Eamon put her back down over the table and spread her legs and bottom. She couldn't help the keening whimper that escaped when the root slipped out of her. Her whole body tensed against the pain, and then the almost instant contraction within her that threatened to empty her bowels then and there. 

“Please Master!” Sheila gasped. 

“What do you need slave?’ Eamon knew. 

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she clenched her whole being against what felt like imminent disaster. 

“Ask me with respect please,” Eamon soothed her and kneaded her bottom. 

“Please Master, may I go to the bathroom,” Sheila begged, her eyes closed tight, her breathing broke into short desperate pursed lip pants. Some of the urgency was abating but the need remained strong. 

“That's my girl,” Eamon crooned. “Off you go.” 

Sheila stood and smiled. “Thank you Master.”

The relief she felt only moments later was sheer bliss. And it struck her as she reveled in it, how elemental everything about the morning was becoming. Her body and her experience within it had become the center of her existence, and in giving it and herself to Eamon to play with she found herself connecting with a peaceful place deep inside. 

Her legs trembled weakly underneath her when she got up from the commode. The cold water she splashed on her face did wonders to restore some of the starch the mild bout of diarrhea had had taken out of her. Relieved and refreshed she returned to her husband who was now in the bedroom feeling completely calm and renewed. 

“Better?” Eamon asked. 

“Yes thank you Sir,” Sheila smiled. 

“Shall we proceed with your punishment?” he pointed to the pillows on the bed.

“Yes please Master,” Sheila felt a twinge of fear, and a much more powerful wave of arousal. She needed a spanking. She wanted the catharsis of a spanking that would bring her well beyond tears, at the same time she knew that was what he fully intended to give her, and how much it would hurt. 

“Tell me what you need slave,” Eamon moved around in front of her and took her chin in his hands so again she had to look into his eyes. 

“I need what pleases you to give me Master,” it was hard for her to say the proper words. 

“And what is that?” Eamon required her to say them no matter how hard it was for her to summon and submit to them. 

“A spanking Master,” Sheila's heart pounded as her mind struggled with the edge of humiliation. 

“No slave,” Eamon warned. He knew she was struggling. “That won't do. You must tell me exactly what you deserve.” 

Eamon's dark eyes shone with intent, and bored into her. Sheila could feel his will strengthen around her through them. 

“I deserve to be punished Master. Please spank me until I cry and cannot take any more,” she whispered. 

“And if I should decide to punish you harder than that?” Eamon tightened his grip on her chin, the glint in his eyes filled with meaning. 

“It is your will Master. Please punish me,” Sheila felt herself lighten with the approval and assent she saw in Eamon's eyes. She was making the game good for him, and it was exciting her. 

“Shall I tie you down slave?” Eamon's eyes softened perceptibly. 

“Please Master, so that I don't fail you if my punishment is too much for my weak mind to bear.” Sheila tried to drop her eyes away from his, but he wouldn't let her. 

“One day slave you will have to submit without my help. When you do it will please me more,” his voice was soft and forgiving. 

“If it pleases you Master may I be punished harder for my weakness?” Sheila answered him with a request she knew would excite him as much as it did her. The sense of power in her submission was growing and she was heady with it. 

“Yes slave that will please me. You may be tied this time,” Eamon smiled, kissed her and then guided her toward the bed. 

Sheila climbed up and laid her pelvis over the pillows she'd placed in the center of the bed under earlier orders. Eamon retrieved the leather wrist and ankle cuffs from their hiding place behind the crown molding around the top of tall dresser, and applied them. He kissed her wrists and then her ankles before wrapping the leather over the flesh. He secured the D rings to ropes and pulled them taut so Sheila was held firm spread eagle with her bottom raised in a perfect position to be soundly punished. 

“You are beautiful like that baby,” Eamon's voice was husky when he lifted himself backup off the mattress. 

“Thank you Master,” Sheila snuggled her face down into the sheets completely comfortable in her vulnerability. Her vulva throbbed, and her heart pounded. The anticipation of the pain to come, of the severe spanking she needed was almost unbearable. 

Eamon picked up the tawse and lightly stroked up between her thighs with it. “There will be no mercy for you now slave,” he crooned a warning. 

“Thank you Master,” Sheila whispered, her groin contracted and her hips squirmed slightly. 

“Are you frightened slave?” Eamon commented on her involuntary movement. 

“No master,” Sheila scrunched her face side to side. 

“Tell me what you are then slave,” Eamon slapped the tawse lightly against the exposed swollen lips between her thighs. 

“I am ready to be punished Master,” Sheila opened her eyes and tucked her chin down so she could see his knees leaning against the mattress. 

“Do you need this slave?” 

“Yes Master,” Sheila's hips lifted with her admission. 

“Why do you need this?” 

“Because it pleases you Master,” she couldn't help that her pelvis pushed down to compress the pillows beneath it. 

“Why does it please me slave?” the tawse now tapped the highest part of her perched bottom, making her cheeks clench. 

“Because I need it Master,” Sheila's face was serene. “I need you to punish me until I cry and can't take any more.” 

“So you do slave. So you do.” With that Eamon lifted the tawse, and brought it down hard across her buttocks. 

Sheila sucked in a deep pained breath. The sudden searing burn of leather forced a spasm of tension through her that flexed her ankles and wrists against the restraints. Her knees dug hard into the mattress lifting her bottom as though begging for another stroke. 

Eamon delivered another and another and another without mercy. Sheila's body tensed with the pain in one almost continuous contraction until she was trembling. More than thirty spanks seared into her flesh before Sheila uttered a sound. 

“Please Master!” she gasped. 

“Don't please Master me,” Eamon admonished. “You are doing very well slave.” He lifted the strap and resumed the punishment she needed. 

Sheila squealed and whimpered, clenching her bottom hard and pushing her hips down into the pillows. The pain had surpassed her ability to adapt, and Eamon was not giving her the break she needed to control her mind. 

“Lift your bottom slave, or it will go harder for you,” Eamon laced into her thighs even harder. 

Sheila responded with a strangled wail and an immediate arching of her bottom upward. Her body tensed again, into a rigid trembling contraction that held for another 40 brutal licks, before she could not hold in the first full volume wail. The restraints held even though her wrists and ankles pulled against them with every ounce of her strength. 

“I can't Master!” Sheila's cry was desperate. 

“You will,” Eamon answered her with ten more searing stripes. 

They broke through all of her resolve. Sheila fought complete submission and although she was trying to relax, she began to sob and rock and bounce her hips and bottom side to side in a boneless flesh jiggling dance. 

“I will,” she nodded frantically trying to submit to and take in the pain and move it to pleasure, “I will, I will, I will, I will, I will.” 

Eamon answered her by spanking even harder. He used her agitation as his cue.

“You must try harder slave,” he whipped her with the hardest stroke his arm could deliver. 

“UNGGGGG!” Sheila's body tensed and bucked again. 

Eamon resumed her punishment, bringing the tawse down repeatedly, setting up a rhythm that Sheila's body could count on, and in very short order she did. Soon the cycle of sting, burn and invading scalding pain rolled through her body and revolved around her awareness creating a vortex of sensation and need. She began to fall into it and when the inevitable agony threatened to seize her, she knew her body was going to betray her. 

“Master!” she cried out. “Please I will cum!” 

“Do not cum slave!” Eamon abruptly stopped spanking. 

Sheila couldn't help the sob that escaped her when her bottom lifted desperately begging for the leather's kiss.

“You are a very good slave baby, but you defeat your punishment so easily,” Eamon chuckled. “Are you well punished?” 

“Yes Master!” Sheila sobbed. Her bottom throbbed and burned with a flame that would have been unbearable except that it was exquisite in its perfection. 

“Enough?” Sheila could see Eamon's smile although her eyes were closed. 

“If it pleases you Master, this slave should be punished more,” she lifted her bottom to invite him to give her more. 

“You will be, but not now slave,” Eamon dropped the tawse onto the mattress and moved to release the ropes that secured her wrists to the bed. When they were free, he stood and turned to leave the room. “Grasp your bottom slave.” 

Sheila obeyed surprised by how hard and thick her flesh felt when her palms cupped over the hot brutalized cheeks. 

“Squeeze your flesh slave.” 

Sheila obeyed, but instantly released her fingers when sharp pain shot through her skin and into her body. 

“Hard!” Eamon demanded. 

Sheila pulled in a breath and tried again to obey. The ministrations hurt almost more than the cut of the leather had. 

“Don't stop until I tell you to. Now pull your cheeks wide.” 

Sheila clenched her eyes closed. This was shameful and more humiliating than telling him how she needed to be punished. Her fingers balked. 

“Do it slave,” Eamon warned with a cold but sensually promising voice. 

Sheila's fingers obeyed and her heart responded. Eamon was inside her head, pushing her to places that only absolute trust in him and his lust would let her go. He was not making her dance for him by herself he was taking her with him deep into her own desires. Desires she didn't want to know. Desires she needed to know. 

Deep into her most protected and hidden desires! How did he figure out where to go? 

“Squeeze and knead them. Show me your wet pussy and your cherry red asshole. Show me what is mine.” An intruder would have heard those words as cruel and hard, but Sheila couldn't hear them. Sheila felt them in the deepest parts of her secret soul. She obeyed. 

“Put your fingers in your ass!” Sheila gripped her flesh…… “Both of them,” he coaxed when she obeyed and then seemed to hesitate as her index fingers found the tight and still very raw bud that was her anus. Her tissues objected violently with electric shocks of pain and fire, but Sheila's body easily accepted it, reached for it and used it to help her push her fingers through the sphincter that tried to block them. 

“Good girl. Now squeeze you cheeks and pull yourself open for me.” 

Sheila obeyed. 

“Keep doing that, squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax.” 

Sheila obeyed. 

“Good. That's the way. Don't stop, and don't cum. I will be right back.” 

Eamon left her alone, and Sheila stayed where he left her… obediently lost inside her submission. 

He wasn't gone long. When he came back, he said nothing at first. He simply released her ankles and nodded his approval as Sheila's tender bottom and bottom hole stretched, blanched and then contracted and re-rouged between the obedient tension and release of her own hands. 

“Come into the family room now slave,” Eamon ordered Sheila up off the bed. 

She didn't even hesitate. Nothing was more perfect for her in that moment than doing exactly what Eamon wanted her to do. His will had found and now existed inside one of the most protected parts of her soul. Only betrayal could wrench him out of there now, and Sheila was completely oblivious to that possibility. Her feet never touched the floor as she complied with his instruction. Not until she placed herself in the corner he assigned, and then they simply landed and grew blissful, comfortable roots. Roots she needed, because Sheila's mind was floating high above her body. 

When he told her to press her nose onto the quarter he place on the drywall crevice that was the only corner in the room, Sheila smiled and complied. 

“Hold it up and push your bum out,” he instructed. 

Sheila obeyed. 

Eamon logged on to the forum, posted brat and angel awards and read some posts he'd missed during the week. 

“The men voted you an angel this week slave,” he chuckled. 

Sheila's eye lids fluttered and she smiled. That was sweet. After the shitty week they'd had there, and the strident demands she'd posted, it lifted her further up. This time Eamon seemed to agree. Sheila was a good slave, a good submissive, and an angel for him. Her submission now, in that moment, approached something they'd both been working for, but that had eluded them for many, many months of deliberate attempts to find it. 

Inside it, Sheila marveled. Submission wasn't her, it was him! It was complete trust in him! Complete and perfect knowledge that what he wanted of her was what he needed for himself. He took her to a forbidden part of herself, because he knew it existed and he shared an equivalent secret place. This was a new closeness in sexual perfection. A new place for Sheila in the more than twenty seven year bond she shared with her husband. 

Eamon kept her in the corner for well over an hour. By the time he freed her, he was the one lost to need. He fed and satisfied it by using the schoolmaster's strap to whip Sheila to orgasm while she lay over the ottoman in the bedroom, and then driving himself into her so that she begged him to let her cum twice more before he released himself into her. 

They cuddled together for hours after Eamon found release the first time. A short nap, renewed him, and Sheila's proximity woke him. He took her and loved her. 

“You are perfection baby,” he sighed. “Just what I need.” 

Sheila floated for days. She knew Eamon was much more perfect than she, but in all of their lives together, she'd never felt more worthy of him….. He was the matching puzzle piece to one of the most frightening parts of herself. He took that part out, played with it and honored it like it was part of his soul. 

It was. And that was the cloud that kept her floating. 

Poetry - THE GIFT
 

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Toon Tuesday

I thought I'd just do a whole Anime, Hentai, Manga & Toon theme... Enjoy!
 

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Monday, October 18, 2004

Vamp - Louise Brooks
 

November 14, 1906
- August 8, 1985

Monday Toons

Three Jokes

1. Jim and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Jim suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there. Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled Jim out. When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna's heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now considered her to be mentally stable. When she went to tell Edna the news she said, "Edna, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you're being discharged; since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of another patient, I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness." The bad news is, Jim, the patient you saved, hung himself right after you saved him with his bathrobe belt in the bathroom. I am so sorry, but he's dead." Edna replied "He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry. How soon can I go home?"

2. Sean Connery gets a call from his agent one day. The agent goes "Sean, I've got you a job, starts tomorrow, early. You'll have to be there for 10-ish". Sean furrows his brow and says "Tennish? but I don't even have a racket."

3. Fox Broadcasting have just won the rights to screen the first World Origami Championships from Tokyo. Unfortunately it's only available on Paper View
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 Sunday, October 17, 2004

Blogger Babe - Lili Anne

Lili Anne is a cute 21 year old, 5’8, 130 lb, half Asian / half White babe. She has straight, shoulder-length, dyed auburn-red hair, pretty eyes (one brown, one blue), a friendly smile, a pierced tongue, a pierced gum, a few tattoos (shoulders, lower back & leg), small 34A boobies with nice, very kissable, tan nipples, a great “cum fuck me doggy-style arch,” and a shaved pussy with a couple days growth of very sexy & very erotic stubble. (See this week's Blogger Babe Pic)!

I met Lili Anne through another Blogger Babe – Jade Moore and the moment we met we hit it off. Lili is a goof. And I don't mean that in any type of bad way. She's just a goof, she's fun, she likes to have a good time, she likes to play, she has a great sense of humor and she is just the type of girl that is kewl to hang out with. I also knew that she would be great to work with. So, after a brief interview and a very long and fun conversation, I booked her for a shoot. Actually we did not set a time, because I was not sure of my schedule and she was not sure of hers but we were sure that we were going to work together soon.

Over the course of the next few weeks, while trying to find a time to shoot that would be good for the both of us, we talked quite a bit and started to become friends. No, it was not all fun and games talk either, we actually sat down and had some very serious, life altering, stop the world and let me off, conversations. It was nice and also very refreshing to get to know a model a little deeper than just - take off your clothes, smile, spread your legs, get dressed and now go home. I admit it. I like Lili Anne. Ok, I say that about most of the models that I shoot, but Lili is kewl. I like her sense of humor and, so far, Lili is not a flake. She calls, she keeps in touch and she shows up for interviews and for photo shoots.

Speaking of photo shoots. We finally booked a date that was good for the both of us and Lili Anne showed up on time, with a big smile on her face and a song in her heart. Ok, I wax poetic here… but she did show up in a good mood and ready to work. After filling out the required paper work, talking and laughing we finally got down to business and started the shoot.

The shoot went really good and we got a lot done. Ok, what is my next sentence going to be? Drum-roll please…. “Lili Anne was FUN to work with.” Not only was she fun, but she was also very professional. She laughed, made faces, and joked around, but when it was time to get serious and get the shot, she did her job and she did it well. She deffo knew how to pose and she knew how to work the camera. Once it clicked, she moved and was onto the next pose. So much so that a few times I had to tell her not to move because I wanted to get the same pose from a few different angles. In way less than 4 hours (probably more like 3), we did eight different set-ups including (but not limited to): cheerleader, schoolgirl, a corsette, with thigh-high black boots & handcuffs, a voyeur scene and a webcam scene.
 

And, of course, we finished up with my new favorite thing to shoot – a sleeping girl scene…. Hmmm… Ok, I admit it… I deffo have a SleepySex fetish. I don't know. It's weird…I didn't have this fetish before I started doing Sleeping Girl scenes. I guess, once I started shooting them, I realized that I liked this fantasy. And yes, that is what it is – a fantasy. Nothing more, nothing less. OMG, now, I'm defending myself – LOL
 

Since the shoot, we've talked numerous times on the phone and have even gotten together a few times to just hang out. We are planning on doing some more shooting together – both adult and non-adult, but it always come down to schedules. It seem like whenever I am available, she is not and vise/versa. Arg! It gets so frustrating sometimes. 

Anyway, if you want to see more of Lili Anne, you're just gonna have to wait until I put her on some of my sites or build some new ones. Or until some of the sets sell and other webmasters put her up on their sites.
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