Sleep

Watching someone else sleep is a very special and interesting situation. I've done in a number of times over the decades and I must say - it never gets old.

My latest instance of sleeping voyeurism has been over many of the last weekends. The first being after many bottles of red and a couch - which went from comfy to a bed of nails in such a short period of time.

I believe a person's real face comes to be shown while they sleep. They react to their dreams and sometimes outside influences naturally. In some cases you can even influence them (better keep my evil side hidden for a bit longer).

Watching the rise and fall of their chest, the rhythm of the heart pushing blood through their veins (I might add I had a long time to admire the neck of this certain person on the couch - I now understand the fascination with vampires even more.)

Some people fall asleep as if they are falling into a coma - solid stone, no movement. Others will toss and turn until they have beaten the mattress to a pulp. There is generally a third type (which I think most people are this sort), these people close their eyes and body almost shuts down - small tremors ripple through their bodies. Their breathing, once sharp and controlled, instantly becomes deep and full.Their limbs start to constrict and in some cases the curl around themselves (or other things).

I have watched so many different people sleep - from the smallest of babies, to the oldest of grandparents (no, I'm not that weird - I just have a very large family). I'm always curious to see how people fall asleep in different situations. I know I can nap anywhere (must to the disgust of people sitting next to me on a plane) but full, healthy sleep is a different matter. That takes me a while, although if I'm alone I have no trouble. Perhaps I'm more concerned about the other person(s) who are attempting to sleep as well.

Sleep really is a wonderful thing - but I won't ever be able to truly appreciate it until they get those genes from the bears and give me a real winter hibernation!

Change of tack

I've been lazy. I've said that before. This time I have a reasonable excuse.

There is a female - and she's alive. She's even human (I know, I have checked). Apparently she even enjoys my company.

Freaking thing is, I really enjoy her company too. Not that I really have any idea what's going on, but what the hell - we're both adults who seem to be enjoying each other's company (and other talents).

She's told me I should change my blog title to Mr Calm & Slow - as this appears to be what I am all the time (if only she realised it's just something I have to do for the initial period). But I get the feeling I'll get over that - at some point in the future.

This post has probably made no sense at all - which if you were in my head right now, you'd see I'm in a state of constant confusion. It's an odd feeling that I really don't like.

In any case, enough of the confused writing for this moment. I want to put something up soon with a bit more structure, perhaps something with a bit more information.

But if anyone (ha!) is interested this is her ;)

It's been a while. I've been lazy, busy and trying to get things actually rolling in my life.

Oh and apparently some people think I'm immature! (haha).

I am trying to get some good posts happening, I'll post them as soon as I think of them (or I break the scotch out again). Mmm, scotch

How did I end up with this ...

How evil are you?

and Captain Obvious (Grumbles) ended up with this???

How evil are you?

Stop the destruction of good movies

I can say I've never done this before - nor have I wanted to do this before. But after hearing that the IDIOT is making Blood Rayne 3 (I still have nightmares of the 10 minutes I watched of Blood Rayne) I have to post this.

Uwe Boll MUST STOP MAKING FILMS.

SIGN ME!!

I know, I know - online petitions mean jack shit. But the words came from the IDIOT himself "Get 1 million people and I'll stop making movies" (link to article coming soon).

Blood Rayne, Dungeon Siege, Postal, and ever other excellent video game that could have made an amazing film has been killed by this IDIOT. Sign the petition!

Article about the IDIOT

Enough about the tool who has ruined so many potential good memories. Time to get some more dirt to use in my blog damn it! Time for another city perv trip!!

Cybering 101

It's been a long time. I've been busy. And lazy. So very, very lazy. And busy, so very, very busy.

Anyway, on to a topic that has cropped up for me recently. I appear to have been the focus for some people (I'll err on the side that they are female) - who appear to want "me", in a virtual sort of way (still no one who wants me in the real world - but that's for another post).

So after many hours spent shaking my head, here's some of my tips for the new ones trying cybersex - or ones who have done it before, but are a little "stale".

Tip #1
DETAILS.

Let me say it again for those in the back. DETAILS.
Did you know that something like 70% of all interperson communication is non-verbal? That means that typing on the screen gives the reader, at most, 30% of what you want them to "hear". So details are even more important when it comes to this sort of situation. Something along the lines of "Oh, do me harder" has about as much sexiness as "Oh, make me toast".
So as a subtle hint "Oh, do me harder" - might just be better as "Oh baby, I want to feel your *ahem* deeper inside my" .. etc (Yes, while I swear I don't think blogger would like me being too specific).

Tip #1 (Yes, it's one of those - these are all important)
ENVIRONMENT

This is important - especially for guys to remember for the ladies - as real estate agents say "Location, location, location". Give the environment at least a few subtle hints and things will go much, much better. Take my word for it, give a little bit of effort into the location and this will go smoothly. For example "I want to bend you over the bed" can be much better as "I want to bed you over the bed, where the silk sheets lightly brush your skin". See works a little better.

Tip #1
THEM

This may be obvious, but even I've fallen into this trap. They are there too - they want to be involved. They might not be able to type much, but the other person still exists and wants to hear what you want them to do or what you are doing to them. Easy, but one of the important things. It's easy to lose track of things and start talking all about yourself, or all about what you want them to do to you. There has to be that balance there - a bit of give and take.


So there we go, 3 easy tips to follow that I will say can make your cybering a lot ... easier.

Now, who wants to send this link to some hot females for me so they can try it out with me?? HAHA!!

Anything I do is justified by me wanting to do it

Long time since last post - simple one this time. I'm trying to get the inspiration to write something good. So here's the rest of my "writing"

The rain pattered at the window pane again, it was strong at times and weak at others. Almost as if the storm was easing off. I knew that these storms could last for hours after the initial pounding, or this could be the eye of the storm.
Watching Kay lay there, the fire cracked and I jumped a little. She turned her face to me and smirked a little bit. The game was only just beginning. I reached down and ran my fingers down her spine, feeling her heart beat and her deep breaths.

I leaned over her suple body and spread my hands over her back. I pushed deeply into her back and dragged my hands down to the curve of her back, she breathed in sharply. Tracing my fingers around her lower back, I pushed carefully into any tender spots.
"Does it hurt anywhere Miss Jones?" From the muffled moans I could hear, I assumed she was enjoying my attention. My fingers danced up and down her back, occassionally sliding up and down her sides. Her reaction intrigued me, although I was ever intrigued by the mischevious and tickling a young naked woman is always fun.
After a time of stroking her back, I eased my hands down to her butt. Placing both hands on her suple butt cheeks, I leaned over and took a bite out of her left one.
A gasp sprang from her lips, but she didn't move far. Smirking, I massaged her gently, until I moved my hands down to her thighs. Stroking my fingers up and down her thighs, I saw goose bumps start to form. Rubbing deeply again into her upper thighs, I heard her gasp again.
She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled "Would you like to see more of me?"
How could I refuse? I nodded, not wanting to ruin the moment with speech. She smirked again and started to roll over. Stopping herself, she started rolling towards the fire. "Although," she said "I could just stay here, it is nice and warm."
I slapped her butt softly, "So I see you still like to tease."

I moved away slowly, still watching the rise and fall of her body as she breathed. The fire was getting low and the rain was starting to pick up again. I wandered over to the side door and closed it, looking through the curtains I noticed the clouds were still rushing overhead at each crack of lightening.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Kay asked from the floor. I looked over my shoulder at her and winked. She tried to surpress a giggle.
I walked back to the fire and shuffled the embers around. Placing another large log, I made sure it would be fine for another hour or so. Decisions, decisions.
Turning back to Kay, I finally looked at the rest of her. She blushed slightly as my eyes wandered up and down her body brazenly.
"So Glenn, what do you think? Like what you see?" She looked straight into my eyes as she asked this. The only thing I could do was nod. My mouth was suddenly very dry.
Reaching my hand out, I stroked the edge of her jaw with my fingertips. Sparks of electricity went straight up my arm, my heart and throat lunged slightly. An odd feeling, but a good one.
Kay dipped her head as my fingers got to her throat, she mumbled something under her breath. I felt my hand tremble and saw goosebumps form on her chest as my fingers fell slowly to her collarbone.
"Stop." she breathed. "Do you really want to do this?" She looked me in the eyes again. A look of pleading in her eyes. Like a long lost orphan. With the rain in the background it just all felt right.
"Yes" I breathed back as I nodded. "I've wanted this for years."