Butt Advertising

Today's cup of coffee rises in salute of women who where sweats, shorts, pants, etc., that have some kind of writing on the rear end. The words might be some clothing line, some school they attend, advertising, a funny quip...but to us guys they all spell the same thing. Does not matter to us what is written there....to me it all spells, "Hey guys, check out my ass".


Bottom line, (pardon the pun), is that if you have something written on your ass, then I take that as a signal that you want me to look.


It also gives me license to discuss with the girl what is written there. I have free reign to ask you how you like the University of Texas when those words are wrapped around your lucious buns. What I really am communicating is that I was checking out your ass.


If I may suggest, perhaps you should save us men some time. Forget schools and clothing lines. How about stuff written on your ass like, "I'm kinky", or "Can be had at right price"? That way I have an excuse to comment to you about your ass AND we can get right down to business too.

Of course, now that I think of it, if a girl can fit more than three words on her ass then she's probably expanded a bit out of my league anyways.

(kids, if you don't get the Shaft reference...ask your parents)

Hallween 2005 continued...

She gave me clear signals that she knew of my fetish for bondage. The beautiful conservative woman that I thought I knew was now sitting on my living room couch in a harem girl costume telling me about her interest and curiosity in the Gor novels of John Norman and thought it would be fun to dress up like a slave girl in one of his novels. My mind naturally started to fantasize of how well she would look on my bed, fettered as a slave in a Gor novel would look.

As thoughts of her lashed down to my bed clouded my mind she began to tease me some more. "Do you think I would make a good slave girl"?, she asked. I tried to keep my cool and took the question as her looking for a compliment on her costume, as opposed to an attempt for seduction. I answered, "It's a great costume. If John Norman saw you it might very well inspire him to write another novel...with you as the star". She told me I was so nice to say so and kissed me on the cheek. The soft kiss sending courage through my veins....I took over the teasing role. "I just might have some accessories to make your costume even more convincing". She said she was willing to try anything to make her costume stand out from the others. As if that body wouldn't do that already I thought.

I whispered to myself as I went into the other room, "if she wants to look like a slavegirl, who am I to disappoint her". I came back it with some "accessories" and a different attitude. I asked her to hold out her hands in a way that was more a command than a request. She stood in front of me as I cuffed her wrists in front of her. I didn't stop. I put a collar around her neck and connected a light, yet non-giving chain to it and ran it down her back and between her legs and snapped it onto the cuffs trapping her wrists.

I stood close to her, "feel more the part my dear", I asked. She said, "yes...very convincing". She started to move her hands around testing the cuffs that confined her. The chain between her cuffs and collar was taunt enough where I knew with every move she was making, that slim chain was massaging her pussy.

She asked me what other "accessories" did I have hidden in my bedroom. I could contain myself no longer and pulled her close to me by the chain going to her collar....knowing darn well what that chain yanked on as I did it. I kissed her and she did not hold back that she was anxious to respond. I told her that I had plenty of other "accessories", but none that could be worn at a party without the both of us being arrested. She nibbled on my earlobe and whispered softly in my ear. "I don't think I want to go to the party anymore. I want to stay here and have you treat me like a gorean slave girl".

I told her that I would never hurt her...but it might be a dangerous request nonetheless. She told me it was Halloween and that she could use a little danger. "As a matter of fact, I could use a lot of danger", she said. "I would like nothing less than for you to danger me all night long".

I said, "Very well then. First of all a good slave girl should speak only when a response is requested otherwise you will be gagged". I took off the chain on her collar and started to take the cuffs off of her wrists. "I want you to strip, lay on your belly on the fur by the fireplace, and then cross your ankles and your wrists behind my back so you are ready to receive my ropes".


I bound her well. As a slave in a Gor novel would be....as she requested. She spoke to me. Not a quite a complaint, but a comment on how unforgiving her bindings were. "I warned you slave", I hissed, as I lashed a gag between her teeth. She took it well, as if she was pleased that I went through with my threat. She layed there then quite obediantly. Could be she was concerned what further discipline would be. She had due cause to be concerned. She watched as I disrobed. Knowing that I was about to put my pleasure slave to use.

She left the next morning unmarked and unhurt, but quite dangered out. As I suspected, she didn't return my phone calls. She showed no interest in seeing me again. I wasn't surprised. The few times this past year I had to visit her workplace she treated me no differently than any other business client. I never told anyone of the evening we had. Besides, who would believe me anyway?

The calendar had me, admittingly, volunteering to make a service call to her office. It had been almost a year already. Fate allowed me to be with her for a few moments alone. "Want to go to a Halloween party"?, I asked. First she didn't respond, then a look to make sure none of her office staff was eavesdropping. Then her eyes saw fit to acknowledge me, "I love Halloween", she said.

Hallween 2005

It was Halloween last year. I asked her to go to a Halloween party with me on a whim. Me, just a visitor every now and then to where she worked. It was hard to tell what she was really like away from there. She had the kind of job where she was in charge of many workers. She must have had the kind of authority there that made people afraid. The workers quieted when she entered a room. I kind of had the feeling that if I worked for her I would not have considered rolling the dice and asking her out. What gave me a chance, I feel, was me having the smarts to ask her when no other of her minions were around to overhear. To my delight, she agreed.

She told me on the phone that she was going to the party as a harem girl. I thought she may be kidding, but I put together a warlord kind of costume that I thought may coordinate with her. She insisted on meeting me at my house and openly admitted that she despised nosey neighbors that watched everything she did. She gave me clear signals that she wanted our date to be discrete. I didn't care. She was the kind of girl that was worth abiding by her rules. She entered my house and was direct, blunt, much like she was with her employees I would think. "I really don't date very often, so I hope you are not disappointed if this is just a one time thing". She continued, "But there is something about Halloween that makes me want to be different for just one day of the year". She then took off her overcoat and exposed a body that was much more stunning than I could ever imagine. What there was of that skimpy costume exposed plenty. Delicious abdominals of steel. Tan shapely legs. I admit I started moving around to try to hide my arrousal.

She sat on the couch and started to talk to me. Looking back, it almost seemed like rehearsed words that she struck me with. She teased me...teased me well...professionally. She started giving me definate hints that she suspected my fetish. Bondage...oh she knew. I don't know how....but she knew.

to be continued....

Mirror Girl

This morning's Sunday coffee is raised in salute to the parents of the girl with her own computer in her bedroom who bought her the digital camera because their daughter told them she wanted to take nice prom photos. Also, would like to salute the boyfriend of the girl who takes the hot photo of herself in the mirror and promises that he will be the only one who ever sees it. Finally would like to salute Simon's definition of intelligent internet mirror girl tease. That would be the one who was smart enough to turn the flash OFF on her camera before taking the photo of herself in thong underwear and then emailing it to the boyfriend who said he would be the only one who ever sees it. I salute you all. Thank you.

The Sauna

Was at the gym/club today and was quite happy that after my workout a girl who I had been friendly with around the weight area had decided to enjoy some time in the hot tub in the pool area as I like to do after a hard workout. We had seen each other in the hot tub/sauna area before, but this time my ego had me thinking she was there on account of me. I was kind of lightheaded as I am at times after a workout...so perhaps bolder. This time it paid off.

It was my lucky day in that we were the only ones in the tub enjoying the hot water rushing through the jets. I flirted. Yes, I flirted shamelessly. Deep inside I thought the comment I made to her regarding her looking like Kristin Dunst was going too far, but she loved every word of my bullshit. Of course I cannot really call it bullshit. She was stunning. Petite...blonde...and an athletic body that did the bikini she was wearing proud. I wanted her in the worst way. Another person hopping into the pool and me catching a glance at her eyeing my wedding ring glistening through the water snapped me out of my trance. I left the hot tub and headed for my towel to dry off. I was wearing loose fitting swim trunks. Nonetheless, I grabbed my towel and tried to hide the raging hard on I had developed the best way I could. I kind of smiled at the irony of heading toward the sauna to cool off.


I entered the sauna and took a deep breath. I sat down in the simmering heat and started to concentrate on anything but the hot little body I just left in the tub. Was a fruitless task as I was there for only moments when she entered and sat close to me. My towel covered my returning excitement and I flirted with her some more. The conversation went to fitness and just what the benefits were in sitting in a sauna. She mentioned something about the pores of the skin opening. My mind was on something else...and I went there. I blurted, "The biggest benefit of a sauna for me right now is the lovely view of your nipples that your sweat has allowed me to view through the fabric of your top". Yes, there was a moment of uncomfortable silence, but I broke it by putting my hand behind her neck and pulling her mouth close to mine. I kissed her deeply, with a mission to not stop until she responded.

Respond she did and did well. However, upon both my hands massaging her privates through her sweaty bikini she backed away and voiced her concern about someone else coming into the sauna. I placed her towel over her body and she got the idea quickly. Under the towel my hand roamed her body until finding it's way into her bikini bottom and stroking her tender area until she signaled that I was right on the money. She breathed heavy and weazed through her clenched teeth to keep from screaming when her body rocked in orgasm.

She quickly got herself together and her hand dived under the towel on my lap. Her strong spry fingers took little time to induce my raging cock into exploding onto her digits and into my towel. I sat there catching my breath. She looked at me in animal like lust and took two of her cum drenched fingers, put them in her mouth and sucked on them slowly like she was burning the frost off of a popsicle.

As she got herself together I mentioned a natural endeavour to continue in a place more private. She said she would be changed, outside and ready to go wherever I wished to take her. I said, "as far as you wish to travel". She said, "you're driving Mister" as she stolled out of the sauna.

Fun & Games

So...it's fairly early in the morning on this fine Friday and Mika and I have a dilema. My buddy Mika the talking mouse says, "let's go to the gym". Mika has a point. You see between 9am and 11am at my gym, hot thirty something wives of rich men dump their rich kids with the gym baby sitter who works those hours so they can wiggle their hot asses in the weight and cardio area for hot, bored men like myself. If you go later in the day, the women tend to change into fat lonely teen/twenty something 9 to 5ers.

But my point to Mika is that early in the day, generally I can play around on the computer without the worry of other residents of this fine abode pestering the living crap out of me. The computer usually wins out. Alas, the fine early morning asses at the gym are probably not going to play the fun roleplay games I play online at sites that shall remain nameless. (a darn nice participant today, by the way, who quite liked the idea of nipple clamps).

Mika trys to sway me. Mika prefers real women to computer fantasies. God bless him. Nothing like the real thing. Mika would like for me to believe that one of those pampered hard bodies at the gym would jump at the chance to play some games while their husbands are at work.

Yet somehow I tend to grasp reality a bit more than my friend Mika. So I stick to the computer in the morning and use my imaginary nipple clamps and download a video of an imaginary abduction while Mika sits there atop my computer telling me what a loser I am. Nevertheless, I relieve some "stress", and now am ready to head for the gym.

Mika hops on my shoulder as I load my gymbag and head out. "Great...just in time for the fat chicks to roll in there". I give him a look, "cmon there buddy, we're there to concentrate on a good workout...not the women." Mika twitches his nose, "Now who is full of shit big guy"?

Yeah maybe so. But it's just fun and games. Nobody gets hurt. Just fantasies in my mind. "Especially you....you smart ass mouse". Mika laughs....and says,"then after the gym lets go to the hardware store and pick up some rope and ductape and check on that hot bartender?" That crazy mouse has a one track mind. "Settle down there my little vermin friend...you know nothing here is real".

Preview Continued

So let us pick up where we left off last week....
What I picture is two close friends. Friends to the bitter end. So...when our college student asked her friend to cover her ass she didn't hesitate for a minute. The plan was simple. She got to interview her subject in the motel room...and keep him in line by telling him that someone knew where she was and was ready to help when needed.

She drooled at the thought of boasting on her psychology term paper of how close she got to her subject. Interview with the sexual predator.

Feeling she is in total control of the situation she welcomes his humbleness to play the part of willing lab rat to the fullest. He offers to tie her up as he would a woman at any other encounter like this. He does remind her that she did tell him online how turned on she gets when she is tied up. He teases her and asks if she ever wonders if that could be the case. He asks for a chance to prove that he is not a predator at all. That he just satisfies the needs of both. She agrees.

Soon enough she is tied and laying on the bed. She says she would prefer that the gag is not used in his demonstration....but he gags her anyways.
He strokes her cheek and talks to her softly, "Quite the paradox that you're researching material to expose what a monster I am....yet you wore that cute skirt just like I asked and allow me to bind you with no objection, and I'm willing to bet that if I was bold enough to see that you're quite excited too."

She looks away from him in embarrassment and he chuckles as he puts on his coat and heads for the door. He says to her, "I bet you are a very successful student, but not very good at common sense. I'm willing to bet your friend has the same liability. " He leaves the room and goes out into the parking lot.

Sure enough in minutes he returns to the room with our interviewer's friend and what appears to be a hidden knife threatening her. He pushes her onto the bed next to her. He begins to bind her as he says, "I just figured that if she didn't open her car door I was leaving...and if she did...then it might be fun if she just joined us."

Both girls squirm and wiggle on the bed as he takes a variety of toys, vibrators, dildoes, clamps and such out of a big briefcase. He takes a big sigh and says, "girls...I'm going to give you an interview neither one of you is ever going to forget".

Worth the wait my droogies??

Preview

I wanted to share an idea for a story...but did not have the time to do it justice at the moment. My idea is a college student who is writing a term paper on internet predators. She wants to interview one. So...she sets up a fake profile (although using her own photos) and visits the chatrooms.

Intrigued by a man who enjoys bondage and damsels in distress she agrees to meet the man. The man a little bit suspicious, but assured that our student is over 18 he arranges to meet her at a motel anyway.

Our college girl tease has a girlfriend outside watching their room. He enters and she hits him with the real reason for her agressiveness. She wants to interview him for her term paper.

He is gracious and agreeable...though hiding his irritation. He hopes that througout the evening she will display some of the lust she portrayed online...hoping it wasn't ALL just bait for him to swallow.


Perhaps the interview does not go quite the way she had hoped? Or perhaps it goes just as she wanted?

You'll just have to check back when I have time to write the full story.

Saluting: "Camel Toe Girl"

This Sunday morning coffee tribute is for you "camel toe girl". Us men stand there in wonder...wondering if it was a crowbar and a can of WD-40 that got those pants over your hips. We appreciate the effort and the kind of woman who has the kind of body that can pull it off. Even though four construction workers and a circular saw would have a hard time pulling those pants off. I salute you.

Robbery?

Mika and I finally made it back to the bar where that cute bartender worked. We were not disappointed. Such a sweet petite thing, curvy in every delightful way.

I just sighed and had a beer. I was fantasizing about what kind of panties a beautiful creature like that would be wearing. She had on this skimpy little jean skirt so I just might get a look. Mika spoke, the little fucker always knows what I am thinking. Which you would just figure I guess. Mika said, "something lacey...but not a thong. She knows she is going to be flashing it every now and then and doesn't want to show everything." How fortunate, yet strange that at that very second she had to stretch over the bar (at less that five feet tall, she really had to strain to get it) for an empty dinner plate. MMM...white...lacey...very nice. Mika right yet again.

Mika said, "makes the mind wander does it not"? Indeed it does I whispered, quite careful to not let the other bar patrons know that I was not quite alone. The mouse talking to me on the bar twitched his nose and was about to speak when I put my finger to my lips to signal "quiet". I said, "my turn...allow me". Then my mind began to drift and I shared the journey with my little mouse friend.

Well Mika, I see this bartender and the bar's assistant manager here at closing time after a busy Saturday night. The assistant has itchy feet and wants to leave. The girl says she still has fifteen more minutes of clean up and that he should know that it's against the bar's policy for someone to be there alone at night. He says he doesn't care and she hears the door close up front. "That little bastard", she says. She huffed and thought "just as well". She had turned down several advances from the assistant manager, and a few less minutes of his dinner offers and favorable comments on her attire was ok with her. The truth was, he was not a bad looking guy. Above average looks, and a well muscled body. However, she needed the job real bad and didn't want any work romance to jeopardize that.

Needless to say, in a matter of ten minutes a man wearing a ski hood grabs her from behind and with the threat of a knife has her well away from any windows and handcuffs her hands behind her back. She is cooperative...too cooperative. The kind of woman who has gotten out of many tough situations using her charms...perhaps before her head. He pulls out of his pocket one of those kind of gags that has a ball on it, yet it's attached to thick leather.

Still a knife at nearby, she nervously says, "You sure come to work prepared". Now quite frightened, she says, "how am I going to tell you the combination of the safe if I am gagged"? Finally the intruder speaks...he speaks very softly as he pulls the ball into her mouth, "who said I was after any money"? Quickly and aggressively he helps himself to a cheap feel under her jean skirt.

Now panic filled she squirms, but her petite body is no match for him. He puts a collar like device around her neck. Then cuffs her ankles with cuffs that have about a foot of chain span. He blindfolds her and drags her twisting moaning body to a car that awaits his plunder in the alley behind the bar. He uses a length of chain to keep her immobile in the backseat as he drives off.

Soon enough she is stripped naked and twisting on a thick oriental rug in his hideaway. He takes off her blindfold to see his naked and black ski masked body quite excited at her dilema. He "abuses" her slowly. The man with ample tools for an abduction indeed had plenty more for arrousing his captive bar wench despite her futile struggles. He laughed and laughed hard as she orgasmed...and then orgasmed again. Humilated, chained and twisting in the soiled oriental rug that her betraying body created. Yet, suddenly she stilled and realized that the wicked laugh she was hearing was one that she had heard so many times before.

She looked up as her abductor took his mask off. It was the assistant manager from the bar. She pulled at her cuffs with renewed vigor as he ungagged her. She shook away the tears of hatred and embarrassment that had welled in her eyes and started to shout speculation as to just how many years he would be in prison for what he had done.

He looked at her with a smile, and said words that stung her much worse than some of the toys he had just used. "Then perhaps we can share a cell, because long before I get locked up I will show the authorities the work camera video of the clever way you've created to pocket money from the cash register. I've kept track, must be at least a few thousand now".

She cursed and looked away as he stroked her cheek. "Any questions", he asked. She softly mumbled, "you asshole". He voiced out loud, "fine...looks like we have an understanding". She was on her belly and felt him behind her uncuffing her ankles but then crawling between her legs. "What are you doing"?, she blurted out. He said coldly, "Now it's MY turn". She kept saying over and over in a frantic, yet soft voice, "you bastard...you bastard...you bastard." She then felt the gag being pulled again into her mouth. He whispered, "well let's just keep that fact between you and me and leave the neighbours guessing".


She moaned as his thick cock plunged into her. Her pride dared not admit that it felt so much better than the variety of devices that had already taken her that evening. Yet her body didn't hide her admission. Her intimate muscles grabbing at him...her hot body dousing his rod with hot evidence of serious hope that she would accept their partnership. She moaned into her gag as she approached another orgasm. She felt his seering cum pour inside her as his rock hard abs rested on her back. He nibbled on her ear and and whispered, "shall we say...next Saturday night?" She pulled at her shackled wrists yet carressed his cock as he withdrew from her. "that's so good", he purred. "Let's call it a date".

Back at the bar the bartender of my dreams broke me out of my trance and asked me if I needed another beer. "Yes...definately", I said. She returned. "Perhaps a shot of Jack would save me a trip to the doctor too", I quipped. She laughed in that way where someone is pretending something is funny when it isn't. Mika just chuckled at me when she went to get my whiskey. Mika looked at me and says, "why don't you just ask her if she is available for some bondage sex tonight"?

"Yeah right", I said. "If that was remotely possible, what the hell would I be needing YOU for"? Mika just rolled his eyes and we waited for our whiskey.

BettiePage

Mika and I were driving around and bored today so we figured that we would go to that bar where I saw that cute bartender. Closed! What a crime. A football Sunday and a bar closed. Should be a crime.

Well that adventure thwarted, I thought I would mention the Bettie Page movie that is out in DVD. A very interesting movie. Oddly tastefully done. When you watch the movie we are to believe that Bettie had no idea that the bondage photos she was participating in was a fetish for some. Maybe I can buy that. What kind of information was out there to explain such fancies in the early 50's? She thought they were just playing dress up games. Ok... whatever you say Bettie is fine with me.

Rent the DVD...good stuff.