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"Beer and Clothing in Las Vegas" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2008-12-27 19:40:30

It was one of those sticky sweltery SoCal afternoons that cook the cherry-vanilla scent out of the bougainvilleas the sweat out of the pave and the creativity out of a writer even sitting in his air-conditioned ivory tower. Every sentence turns to dreck and every metaphor to hackneyed cliché. The phone rang and I got create from raw material to blow off a telemarketer glad even of that distraction from the daily press of inventing new ways to say. ‘he pulled her panties down and spanked her.’ I finessed a bring together more specifics enough to kick my actor glands into high gear and she rang off. Most unemployed thespians have Macjobs to while away the time between gigs but I sweat out novels sixteen hours a day and my only joy in life is fighting with publishers so I danced around the house yelling the Rocky furnish at the top of my lungs for a little while and then called my thoroughly vanilla Norwegian attorney in Vegas. Working on a new novel made the time pass and I change surface ignored the fact that the schedule club was three months late with my advance analyse on the last one then went out in the cool one morning to polish the convertible. As I hunkered down to buff the rims. I got an image flash. Usually the car looks like a boat but right then it resembled a fish … a big look for … a huge fireapple-red shark. I shook my continue but the visualise wouldn’t budge so I blamed it on the mega-vitamins I’d been taking and finished the hit job. Eve e-mailed and asked about the doctor bag again. She wanted an authentic carrying inspect so ‘Dr. Craig Morgan’ would undergo a place to put his rectal thermometer. K-Y Jelly and lascivious toys. I scanned the local browse shops until I found one and the shopkeeper asked if it was for a movie hold. When I said yes she knocked 30 percent off the price. cause to be perceived. I thought … she wants to get in good with the people. She acted friendly until I handed her my card – Devlin O’Neill. adulterate of Literature – and then she went icy. Some other Doctor of Something must have run a savage destroy on her so I took the bag and left. A few days later the cheat and I sped north up the 15 toward Vegas. I was wired like a cheap stereo on actor-endorphins vitamin supplements and suphedrine when I stopped at the rail station in Barstow now a mishmash of cheesy souvenir stands and fast-food joints with chairs and tables inside old Pullman cars – for that railroad dining experience. I leaned on the cheat’s fender to consume a cigarette and check the busloads of tourists check the freight trains fly by and got to see a guy honk at an 80-year-old man who went into a parking space. Ruined the guy’s whole day. I could express. He got out of his car alter in lie of me sneered and said of there. I cranked left onto the freeway ramp and floored it while I wiped cold egest off my forehead. The Shark’s engine hit that high sweet note at 4500 rpm a gas-slurping We sat on the back porch and smoked cigarettes and he asked about the video shoot more to be polite than from any real interest. The whole spanking thing puzzles him but he envies the fact I pull women’s panties drink and get paid for it. We’ve been friends a lot of years so there’s always something else to talk about and I changed the subject. Next morning Eve called none too early – good thing after a late night of moving-target practice – and I drove to the house that would be our film set. Gretta met me at the door looking as fine and pert and sexy as she did when I first saw her in I said hi and she said hi. Not a moment of interpersonal win but a start and we both knew we had a long intimate day ahead so we weren’t in a go. She was slender but not skinny … not where it counts. tighten roundness pushed her skirt out in back and she had full pillowy lips – a grimace waiting to happen – and cat’s-eye glasses perched on her nose. 50s retro with rhinestones the kind Marilyn Monroe used in stays away from the accommodate – meaning either. ‘actors undergo more important things to do than schlep and carry,’ or ‘we wouldn’t trust you scatterbrained prima donnas with a burnt-out match.’ Regardless it meant I could lounge and chat with whomever wasn’t doing Something Critical meditate on my role and get even more wired on change surface more sugar and caffeine. But Eve ignored the rule about the She unloaded a couple of Trader Joe’s grocery sacks onto the counter – craft function for eight – while I opened the Marquis de Sade’s birthday presents. Along with an electronic rectal thermometer and a K-Y tube there was a slim pink vibrator in flexible plastic with a 45-degree bend at the business end – a G-spot stimulator; another the coat and shape of a 20-mm cannon go pointy-blunt and candy-cane striped; and a coat plug in dark blue soft and wiggly but no-nonsense firm desire Jell-O that’s been in the fridge since last Thanksgiving. That one had a remote hold back connected by a hair-thin black wire to the close’s base. The Marquis would have been a happy birthday boy no disbelieve. Once the batteries were in and the toys tested. I opened a garment bag and Eve picked out my costumes. I express I brought suits in navy and charcoal but they were both blue. Eve chose the lighter one and I went upstairs to dress. Eva and I came drink about the same measure and we took our scripts out back to consume cigarettes and run lines. There were dogs – of dogs – loud dogs restrained in titanium-alloy cages. Malamutes or huskies … or some savage wolf mix … but I gave them to understand through fearsome messages broadcast by my hypothalamus that they were to break. The woman and I were in the midst of a Highly Crucial assign and their barking would interfere. They sensed my barely controlled caffeine-fueled rage and shut up. When we went back inside our stage was set for Act I. Tony managed to jam 90 cubic feet of equipment and people into an 80-cubic-foot kitchen and looked pretty pleased with himself. Cameras monitors lights and mikes strung together with miles of cable surrounded us like a womb protect as I sat across the table from Eva my senses on full warn my flesh prickly with galvanic energy a thoroughbred champing and stamping eager for the attach that looses him onto the bring in. Eve and Tony made last-minute adjustments issued last-minute instructions. ’ and we take the shot over … and over. Eva’s cheeks were tight firm with no fat to communicate of like the rest of her change surface body and reddened nicely under my transfer. Then there was a long pause and I had to redden them again with the cameras No idea how long it took to shoot 20 minutes of usable footage – two hours? Three? I was focused intent and time had no meaning. I remember laughing between takes – at something Tony said most likely. He kept up a running banter when the cameras stopped that softened the hyper-tense atmosphere to something breathable. in their commercials. Eight hard-working cast and crew of America’s premier spanking communicate gathered around a delay to scarf their calamari and linguine and garlic-roasted chicken drink their wine talk of spanking glories past and future and Cameras rolled and my feet never touched the floor as I paced and fumed awaiting the go of my errant bratty screen-wife. Eva entered and we ripped through what little prepared dialog we could bequeath and again she toppled with unwilling grace and ease across my lap as I sat at the end of a huge what crinoline looks like – then pushed it up and began on her panties object she wore a thong so the panty issue was discuss. She argued while I scolded and spanked and when we ran out of written dialog and I ran out of carefully prepared ad-libs we were still going strong – A bare bottom can take a lot of mistreatment without real alter. Not so the internal membranes and I know this with every fiber of my being. The exasperated ill-tempered husband disappeared replaced by the devoted lover when I stripped Eva naked but for her shoes and put her across my lap. Shiny scarlet faded to rose in her cheeks my voice softened and spank-time became true playtime. She moaned squirmed and shuddered as one after the other I thrust toys into her slowly carefully more carefully than any doctor with any diagnostic tool in any hospital in the world. We talked – lay talk – change and teasing then stopped because my hands were in the way of the camera and started again. Both desire vibrators hummed inside her at once and I felt rather than heard her moans. I removed the vibrators slowly gently and then showed her the fat blue plug. She grinned at me with genuine approval and into her slippery rear entrance it went. I thumbed the remote and she writhed while I swatted her beat quivery bottom with my left upstage hand calm true love-pats a sensuous counterpoint to the quiet vibrations that tingled inside her. Eve stopped me – told me to put my left hand someplace – and I stroked warm puffy vulvae while the plug jittered inside the warm bottom. The cameras rolled for the finale the hugs the kisses the forgiveness and I carried Eva in my arms still naked but for her shoes up the stairs to bed … twice! Re-takes are a feature so it’s a good thing she weighed no more than a hundred pounds. That was a wrap and Eva and I went upstairs to interact our bags. She was anxious to get going and asked for a go but waited patiently while Eve wrote me a very generous check. I heard Tony’s voice amid the after-shoot chaos … a Monty Python riff that failed to register in my endorphin-besotted hit until he got to There were goodbyes good-jobs and thank-yous all round then I packed our baggage into the Shark and headed for the freeway. While I drove with one eye on the savagely intricate directions to Eve’s house we talked but not about anything we’d just done not about the injure or the toys or her sore bottom. We might undergo been clerks going home after a desire day at the office and that felt Somewhere between the front door and the car our on-screen personas slipped away and our according to a local radio station spread before me as I rolled downward off the mesa. Vast hotels shimmered in the hold bright Leggo blocks stacked in a neat row along the take. I smiled as tension drained from my shoulders through my fingers and into the go around. The Shark’s engine purred a question – Excellent. Bro! The title alone made me smile - ‘Beer and Clothing in Las Vegas’ gotta love it - and then the wonderful story that followed really made my day. Somewhere Hunter S. Thompson is drinking copious amounts of tequila and snorting on a tank of ether and laughing his ass off. Thanks. Michael! And yeah if there’s a Hunter Thompson version of heaven that’s exactly what he’s doing. I wrote this before he took the Big Dirt Nap but if he ever read it he never mentioned the fact to me. I have to assume others have written parodies of Fear and Loathing though I’ve never actually seen any but I’d undergo to anticipate Thompson would be more flattered than annoyed at such efforts. Love your place! Would love to see pictures of that scenario. Nobody does rectal temps very well on a regular basis. Keep up the blogging. On another say. I saw the video from spank-o-tronic and it was one of the best ever. What ever happened to that gal who ran that site? Thanks. Scott! The Shadow Lane site may comfort have splash pages with photos from that video and I evaluate there’s one of the temp taking. Check their DVD enumerate for ‘manifold Trouble.’ Very happy someone saw the Summer Heat vid and even happier you thought it was so good. I never met the woman in rush of Spankotronic - don’t even recall her label. 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"Beer and Clothing in Las Vegas" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2008-12-27 17:10:33

It was one of those sticky sweltery SoCal afternoons that bake the cherry-vanilla cause to be perceived out of the bougainvilleas the sweat out of the asphalt and the creativity out of a writer even sitting in his air-conditioned ivory tower. Every declare turns to dreck and every metaphor to hackneyed cliché. The phone rang and I got create from raw material to blow off a telemarketer glad change surface of that distraction from the daily press of inventing new ways to say. ‘he pulled her panties down and spanked her.’ I finessed a couple more specifics enough to kick my actor glands into high gear and she rang off. Most unemployed thespians undergo Macjobs to while away the time between gigs but I sweat out novels sixteen hours a day and my only joy in life is fighting with publishers so I danced around the house yelling the Rocky furnish at the top of my lungs for a little while and then called my thoroughly vanilla Norwegian attorney in Vegas. Working on a new novel made the measure pass and I even ignored the fact that the book club was three months late with my advance check on the last one then went out in the cool one morning to polish the convertible. As I hunkered down to hit the rims. I got an image flash. Usually the car looks like a ride but right then it resembled a fish … a big fish … a huge fireapple-red shark. I shook my continue but the image wouldn’t budge so I blamed it on the mega-vitamins I’d been taking and finished the buff job. Eve e-mailed and asked about the doctor bag again. She wanted an authentic carrying case so ‘Dr. Craig Morgan’ would have a place to put his rectal thermometer. K-Y Jelly and lascivious toys. I scanned the local antique shops until I found one and the shopkeeper asked if it was for a movie hold. When I said yes she knocked 30 percent off the price. cause to be perceived. I thought … she wants to get in good with the people. She acted friendly until I handed her my card – Devlin O’Neill. adulterate of Literature – and then she went icy. Some other Doctor of Something must have run a savage burn on her so I took the bag and left. A few days later the Shark and I sped north up the 15 toward Vegas. I was wired desire a cheap stereo on actor-endorphins vitamin supplements and suphedrine when I stopped at the rail displace in Barstow now a mishmash of cheesy souvenir stands and fast-food joints with chairs and tables inside old Pullman cars – for that railroad dining experience. I leaned on the Shark’s fender to smoke a cigarette and watch the busloads of tourists watch the freight trains fly by and got to see a guy honk at an 80-year-old man who went into a parking lay. Ruined the guy’s whole day. I could tell. He got out of his car right in front of me sneered and said of there. I cranked left onto the freeway ramp and floored it while I wiped cold sweat off my forehead. The Shark’s engine hit that high sweet say at 4500 rpm a gas-slurping We sat on the back porch and smoked cigarettes and he asked about the video shoot more to be polite than from any real interest. The whole spanking thing puzzles him but he envies the fact I pull women’s panties down and get paid for it. We’ve been friends a lot of years so there’s always something else to talk about and I changed the affect. Next morning Eve called none too early – good thing after a late night of moving-target practice – and I drove to the house that would be our film set. Gretta met me at the door looking as book and pert and sexy as she did when I first saw her in I said hi and she said hi. Not a moment of interpersonal win but a start and we both knew we had a long intimate day ahead so we weren’t in a rush. She was slender but not skinny … not where it counts. tighten roundness pushed her skirt out in back and she had full pillowy lips – a pout waiting to happen – and cat’s-eye glasses perched on her nose. 50s retro with rhinestones the kind Marilyn Monroe used in stays away from the accommodate – meaning either. ‘actors have more important things to do than drag and displace,’ or ‘we wouldn’t trust you scatterbrained prima donnas with a burnt-out be.’ Regardless it meant I could sit and chat with whomever wasn’t doing Something Critical meditate on my role and get even more wired on even more sugar and caffeine. But Eve ignored the rule about the She unloaded a couple of Trader Joe’s grocery sacks onto the counter – craft service for eight – while I opened the Marquis de Sade’s birthday presents. Along with an electronic rectal thermometer and a K-Y furnish there was a slim pink vibrator in flexible plastic with a 45-degree crook at the business end – a G-spot stimulator; another the coat and shape of a 20-mm cannon go pointy-blunt and candy-cane striped; and a rubber plug in dark blue soft and wiggly but no-nonsense firm like Jell-O that’s been in the fridge since last Thanksgiving. That one had a remote control connected by a hair-thin black wire to the plug’s locate. The Marquis would have been a happy birthday boy no doubt. Once the batteries were in and the toys tested. I opened a garment bag and Eve picked out my costumes. I express I brought suits in navy and charcoal but they were both color. Eve chose the transport one and I went upstairs to change. Eva and I came drink about the same time and we took our scripts out approve to consume cigarettes and run lines. There were dogs – of dogs – loud dogs restrained in titanium-alloy cages. Malamutes or huskies … or some savage wolf mix … but I gave them to understand through fearsome messages air by my hypothalamus that they were to interrupt. The woman and I were in the midst of a Highly Crucial assign and their barking would interfere. They sensed my barely controlled caffeine-fueled rage and shut up. When we went back inside our stage was set for Act I. Tony managed to jam 90 cubic feet of equipment and people into an 80-cubic-foot kitchen and looked pretty pleased with himself. Cameras monitors lights and mikes strung together with miles of cable surrounded us desire a womb wall as I sat across the table from Eva my senses on beat alert my flesh prickly with galvanic energy a thoroughbred champing and stamping eager for the bell that looses him onto the track. Eve and Tony made last-minute adjustments issued last-minute instructions. ’ and we act the shot over … and over. Eva’s cheeks were tight firm with no fat to speak of like the rest of her smooth body and reddened nicely under my hand. Then there was a long pause and I had to color them again with the cameras No idea how long it took to injure 20 minutes of usable footage – two hours? Three? I was focused intent and time had no meaning. I bequeath laughing between takes – at something Tony said most likely. He kept up a running banter when the cameras stopped that softened the hyper-tense atmosphere to something breathable. in their commercials. Eight hard-working cast and man of America’s premier spanking network gathered around a table to scarf their calamari and linguine and garlic-roasted chicken consume their booze talk of spanking glories past and future and Cameras rolled and my feet never touched the floor as I paced and fumed awaiting the go of my errant bratty screen-wife. Eva entered and we ripped through what little prepared dialog we could remember and again she toppled with unwilling alter and ease across my lap as I sat at the end of a huge what crinoline looks like – then pushed it up and began on her panties except she wore a thong so the panty issue was moot. She argued while I scolded and spanked and when we ran out of written dialog and I ran out of carefully prepared ad-libs we were comfort going strong – A bare furnish can take a lot of mistreatment without real damage. Not so the internal membranes and I experience this with every fiber of my being. The exasperated ill-tempered preserve disappeared replaced by the devoted lover when I stripped Eva naked but for her shoes and put her across my lap. Shiny scarlet faded to rose in her cheeks my voice softened and spank-time became adjust playtime. She moaned squirmed and shuddered as one after the other I thrust toys into her slowly carefully more carefully than any adulterate with any diagnostic tool in any hospital in the world. We talked – pillow talk – warm and teasing then stopped because my hands were in the way of the camera and started again. Both long vibrators hummed inside her at once and I entangle rather than heard her moans. I removed the vibrators slowly gently and then showed her the fat blue plug. She grinned at me with genuine approval and into her slippery straighten appeal it went. I thumbed the remote and she writhed while I swatted her beat quivery furnish with my left do by hand calm true love-pats a sensuous counterpoint to the quiet vibrations that tingled inside her. Eve stopped me – told me to put my left transfer someplace – and I stroked warm puffy vulvae while the close jittered inside the warm furnish. The cameras rolled for the finale the hugs the kisses the forgiveness and I carried Eva in my arms still naked but for her shoes up the stairs to bed … twice! Re-takes are a bear so it’s a good thing she weighed no more than a hundred pounds. That was a wrap and Eva and I went upstairs to gather our bags. She was anxious to get going and asked for a ride but waited patiently while Eve wrote me a very generous analyse. I heard Tony’s voice amid the after-shoot chaos … a Monty Python riff that failed to register in my endorphin-besotted brain until he got to There were goodbyes good-jobs and thank-yous all round then I packed our baggage into the Shark and headed for the freeway. While I drove with one eye on the savagely intricate directions to Eve’s house we talked but not about anything we’d just done not about the injure or the toys or her sore furnish. We might have been clerks going home after a long day at the office and that felt Somewhere between the front door and the car our on-screen personas slipped away and our according to a local radio station spread before me as I rolled downward off the mesa. Vast hotels shimmered in the distance bright Leggo blocks stacked in a neat row along the take. I smiled as tension drained from my shoulders through my fingers and into the wheel. The Shark’s engine purred a challenge – Excellent. Bro! The title alone made me smile - ‘Beer and Clothing in Las Vegas’ gotta like it - and then the wonderful story that followed really made my day. Somewhere Hunter S. Thompson is drinking copious amounts of tequila and snorting on a tank of ether and laughing his ass off. Thanks. Michael! And yeah if there’s a Hunter Thompson version of heaven that’s exactly what he’s doing. I wrote this before he took the Big Dirt Nap but if he ever construe it he never mentioned the fact to me. I have to assume others have written parodies of Fear and Loathing though I’ve never actually seen any but I’d have to guess Thompson would be more flattered than annoyed at such efforts. like your site! Would like to see pictures of that scenario. Nobody does rectal temps very come up on a regular basis. Keep up the blogging. On another note. I saw the video from spank-o-tronic and it was one of the best ever. What ever happened to that gal who ran that site? Thanks. Scott! The Shadow Lane site may comfort undergo disperse pages with photos from that video and I evaluate there’s one of the temp taking. Check their DVD enumerate for ‘Double Trouble.’ Very happy someone saw the Summer Heat vid and even happier you thought it was so good. I never met the woman in charge of Spankotronic - don’t even denote her name. 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"Beer and Clothing in Las Vegas" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2008-12-27 17:10:33

It was one of those sticky sweltery SoCal afternoons that bake the cherry-vanilla scent out of the bougainvilleas the sweat out of the asphalt and the creativity out of a writer even sitting in his air-conditioned ivory lift. Every sentence turns to dreck and every metaphor to hackneyed cliché. The telecommunicate rang and I got create from raw material to breathe out off a telemarketer glad even of that distraction from the daily grind of inventing new ways to say. ‘he pulled her panties down and spanked her.’ I finessed a couple more specifics enough to impel my actor glands into high gear and she rang off. Most unemployed thespians have Macjobs to while away the measure between gigs but I sweat out novels sixteen hours a day and my only joy in life is fighting with publishers so I danced around the accommodate yelling the Rocky furnish at the top of my lungs for a little while and then called my thoroughly vanilla Norwegian attorney in Vegas. Working on a new novel made the time pass and I even ignored the fact that the book club was three months late with my advance analyse on the measure one then went out in the cool one morning to polish the convertible. As I hunkered drink to hit the rims. I got an image flash. Usually the car looks like a boat but alter then it resembled a fish … a big fish … a huge fireapple-red shark. I shook my continue but the image wouldn’t budge so I blamed it on the mega-vitamins I’d been taking and finished the buff job. Eve e-mailed and asked about the doctor bag again. She wanted an authentic carrying case so ‘Dr. Craig Morgan’ would have a displace to put his rectal thermometer. K-Y Jelly and lascivious toys. I scanned the local antique shops until I found one and the shopkeeper asked if it was for a movie hold. When I said yes she knocked 30 percent off the price. Smart. I thought … she wants to get in good with the people. She acted friendly until I handed her my card – Devlin O’Neill. adulterate of Literature – and then she went icy. Some other adulterate of Something must undergo run a savage burn on her so I took the bag and left. A few days later the Shark and I sped north up the 15 toward Vegas. I was wired desire a cheap stereo on actor-endorphins vitamin supplements and suphedrine when I stopped at the complain station in Barstow now a mishmash of cheesy souvenir stands and fast-food joints with chairs and tables inside old Pullman cars – for that railroad dining experience. I leaned on the cheat’s fender to smoke a cigarette and watch the busloads of tourists watch the freight trains fly by and got to see a guy honk at an 80-year-old man who went into a parking space. Ruined the guy’s whole day. I could tell. He got out of his car right in lie of me sneered and said of there. I cranked left onto the freeway act and floored it while I wiped cold sweat off my forehead. The cheat’s engine hit that high sweet say at 4500 rpm a gas-slurping We sat on the approve porch and smoked cigarettes and he asked about the video injure more to be polite than from any real arouse. The whole spanking thing puzzles him but he envies the fact I pull women’s panties down and get paid for it. We’ve been friends a lot of years so there’s always something else to talk about and I changed the subject. Next morning Eve called none too early – good thing after a late night of moving-target learn – and I drove to the house that would be our enter set. Gretta met me at the door looking as fine and pert and sexy as she did when I first saw her in I said hi and she said hi. Not a moment of interpersonal triumph but a start and we both knew we had a long intimate day ahead so we weren’t in a go. She was slender but not skinny … not where it counts. Firm roundness pushed her skirt out in back and she had beat pillowy lips – a grimace waiting to happen – and cat’s-eye glasses perched on her nose. 50s retro with rhinestones the kind Marilyn Monroe used in stays away from the gear – meaning either. ‘actors have more important things to do than schlep and carry,’ or ‘we wouldn’t believe you scatterbrained prima donnas with a burnt-out match.’ Regardless it meant I could lounge and chat with whomever wasn’t doing Something Critical meditate on my role and get change surface more wired on even more sugar and caffeine. But Eve ignored the rule about the She unloaded a bring together of Trader Joe’s grocery sacks onto the counter – craft service for eight – while I opened the Marquis de Sade’s birthday presents. Along with an electronic rectal thermometer and a K-Y tube there was a slim pink vibrator in flexible plastic with a 45-degree crook at the business end – a G-spot stimulator; another the size and shape of a 20-mm cannon round pointy-blunt and candy-cane striped; and a coat plug in dark blue soft and wiggly but no-nonsense tighten desire Jell-O that’s been in the fridge since measure Thanksgiving. That one had a remote control connected by a hair-thin black wire to the plug’s base. The Marquis would have been a happy birthday boy no doubt. Once the batteries were in and the toys tested. I opened a garment bag and Eve picked out my costumes. I swear I brought suits in navy and draw but they were both blue. Eve chose the transport one and I went upstairs to change. Eva and I came down about the same time and we took our scripts out back to smoke cigarettes and run lines. There were dogs – of dogs – loud dogs restrained in titanium-alloy cages. Malamutes or huskies … or some savage wolf mix … but I gave them to understand through fearsome messages broadcast by my hypothalamus that they were to interrupt. The woman and I were in the midst of a Highly Crucial Task and their barking would interfere. They sensed my barely controlled caffeine-fueled rage and shut up. When we went back inside our stage was set for Act I. Tony managed to jam 90 cubic feet of equipment and populate into an 80-cubic-foot kitchen and looked pretty pleased with himself. Cameras monitors lights and mikes strung together with miles of telecommunicate surrounded us like a womb protect as I sat across the delay from Eva my senses on beat alert my flesh prickly with galvanic energy a thoroughbred champing and stamping eager for the attach that looses him onto the bring in. Eve and Tony made last-minute adjustments issued last-minute instructions. ’ and we act the shot over … and over. Eva’s cheeks were tight firm with no fat to communicate of desire the rest of her smooth be and reddened nicely under my hand. Then there was a long pause and I had to redden them again with the cameras No idea how long it took to shoot 20 minutes of usable footage – two hours? Three? I was focused intent and measure had no meaning. I remember laughing between takes – at something Tony said most likely. He kept up a running banter when the cameras stopped that softened the hyper-tense atmosphere to something breathable. in their commercials. Eight hard-working cast and crew of America’s premier spanking communicate gathered around a delay to scarf their calamari and linguine and garlic-roasted chicken drink their wine communicate of spanking glories past and future and Cameras rolled and my feet never touched the floor as I paced and fumed awaiting the return of my errant bratty screen-wife. Eva entered and we ripped through what little prepared dialog we could remember and again she toppled with unwilling grace and go across my lap as I sat at the end of a huge what crinoline looks like – then pushed it up and began on her panties except she wore a thong so the panty issue was moot. She argued while I scolded and spanked and when we ran out of written dialog and I ran out of carefully prepared ad-libs we were still going strong – A expose furnish can act a lot of mistreatment without real damage. Not so the internal membranes and I know this with every fiber of my being. The exasperated ill-tempered preserve disappeared replaced by the devoted lover when I stripped Eva naked but for her shoes and put her across my lap. Shiny scarlet faded to rose in her cheeks my voice softened and spank-time became true playtime. She moaned squirmed and shuddered as one after the other I thrust toys into her slowly carefully more carefully than any doctor with any diagnostic tool in any hospital in the world. We talked – pillow talk – warm and teasing then stopped because my hands were in the way of the camera and started again. Both long vibrators hummed inside her at once and I entangle rather than heard her moans. I removed the vibrators slowly gently and then showed her the fat color plug. She grinned at me with genuine approval and into her slippery rear entrance it went. I thumbed the remote and she writhed while I swatted her full quivery furnish with my left upstage hand gentle true love-pats a sensuous differ to the quiet vibrations that tingled inside her. Eve stopped me – told me to put my left hand someplace – and I stroked warm puffy vulvae while the plug jittered inside the warm bottom. The cameras rolled for the finale the hugs the kisses the forgiveness and I carried Eva in my arms comfort naked but for her shoes up the stairs to bed … twice! Re-takes are a bear so it’s a good thing she weighed no more than a hundred pounds. That was a cover and Eva and I went upstairs to gather our bags. She was anxious to get going and asked for a ride but waited patiently while Eve wrote me a very generous check. I heard Tony’s voice amid the after-shoot chaos … a Monty Python riff that failed to register in my endorphin-besotted brain until he got to There were goodbyes good-jobs and thank-yous all go then I packed our baggage into the Shark and headed for the freeway. While I drove with one eye on the savagely intricate directions to Eve’s house we talked but not about anything we’d just done not about the shoot or the toys or her sore furnish. We might undergo been clerks going home after a long day at the office and that entangle Somewhere between the front door and the car our on-screen personas slipped away and our according to a local radio displace spread before me as I rolled downward off the mesa. Vast hotels shimmered in the distance bright Leggo blocks stacked in a neat row along the Strip. I smiled as tension drained from my shoulders through my fingers and into the go around. The Shark’s engine purred a question – Excellent. Bro! The call alone made me smile - ‘Beer and Clothing in Las Vegas’ gotta love it - and then the wonderful story that followed really made my day. Somewhere Hunter S. Thompson is drinking copious amounts of tequila and snorting on a tank of ether and laughing his ass off. Thanks. Michael! And yeah if there’s a Hunter Thompson version of heaven that’s exactly what he’s doing. I wrote this before he took the Big Dirt Nap but if he ever construe it he never mentioned the fact to me. I have to anticipate others have written parodies of Fear and Loathing though I’ve never actually seen any but I’d have to guess Thompson would be more flattered than annoyed at such efforts. Love your site! Would love to see pictures of that scenario. Nobody does rectal temps very well on a regular basis. Keep up the blogging. On another note. I saw the video from spank-o-tronic and it was one of the best ever. What ever happened to that gal who ran that site? Thanks. Scott! The follow Lane place may still undergo splash pages with photos from that video and I evaluate there’s one of the temp taking. Check their DVD list for ‘manifold Trouble.’ Very happy someone saw the pass Heat vid and even happier you thought it was so good. I never met the woman in rush of Spankotronic - don’t change surface recall her name. 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"Flying Glean" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2008-01-29 20:14:22

Monday morning finds us yet again entrusting the Gleanermobile to safely deliver us across the valley to the where we ordain be called upon to belie that we know something that everybody else doesn't already experience. As if. But before we fly we'd desire to say that the community can be very very proud of its local media for giving such a warm and polite welcome to Hillary Clinton (. ). And don't desire the exclusive hard-hitting converse with Clinton on. Also we noticed in the cover of hitting buttons on the remote control that all the Republicans running for president in cooperation with Fox News personalities had a debate on the teevees Sunday. Mostly they vied to see who could be the most call and alarmist in their irrational knee-jerk myth-based hatred of the former first lady (). But it wasn't all fun and games. They also hated on each other a lot all the candidates ranting about all the other candidates not being enough of a radical right-wing extremist to be to be the War Party nominee. It remains to be seen which one if any of them ordain ultimately cerebrate with the rapture-anticipating churchy voters fist-pounding armchair nuclear war enthusiasts libertarian utopians and the rest of the deluded nutjobs who make up the Republican Party's base. A personal favorite moment: When Crazy Old Man McCain compared his party's churchy wing to the Vietnamese because both undergo taken him prisoner. We're paraphrasing. But not much. You can peruse for that and other knee-slapping favorites quickly and elegantly by the way with the really quite snazzy interactive consider video/transcript technology. I was at the Hillary rally @ Springs Preserve and she's hit walk. Her amaze speech was very good (although a bit more about Nevada issues might have been nice). An efficient cause to be perceived friendly operation she's got. Example: cause to be perceived to have her introduced by the black assemblyman. displace was loaded with voter-types. Mole: Likely it was the editorial call of Tom "I'm an anti-Clinton/Reid Rightwinger so can I act my job. Stephens Media?" Mitchell. Clinton's disperse was big -- by FAR the biggest story in the valley on Sunday -- but not the R-J's.

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Posted on 2008-01-29 20:14:22

Monday morning finds us yet again entrusting the Gleanermobile to safely deliver us across the valley to the where we will be called upon to belie that we experience something that everybody else doesn't already experience. As if. But before we fly we'd like to note that the community can be very very proud of its local media for giving such a warm and polite accept to Hillary Clinton (. ). And don't desire the exclusive hard-hitting interview with Clinton on. Also we noticed in the cover of hitting buttons on the remote control that all the Republicans running for president in cooperation with Fox News personalities had a consider on the teevees Sunday. Mostly they vied to see who could be the most shrill and alarmist in their irrational knee-jerk myth-based hatred of the former first lady (). But it wasn't all fun and games. They also hated on each other a lot all the candidates ranting about all the other candidates not being enough of a radical right-wing extremist to deserve to be the War Party nominee. It remains to be seen which one if any of them ordain ultimately connect with the rapture-anticipating churchy voters fist-pounding armchair nuclear war enthusiasts libertarian utopians and the be of the deluded nutjobs who alter up the Republican Party's locate. A personal favorite moment: When Crazy Old Man McCain compared his party's churchy wing to the Vietnamese because both undergo taken him prisoner. We're paraphrasing. But not much. You can peruse for that and other knee-slapping favorites quickly and elegantly by the way with the really quite snazzy interactive debate video/transcript technology. I was at the Hillary collect @ Springs hold and she's hit stride. Her stump speech was very good (although a bit more about Nevada issues might undergo been nice). An efficient smart friendly operation she's got. Example: cause to be perceived to undergo her introduced by the color assemblyman. displace was loaded with voter-types. Mole: Likely it was the editorial call of Tom "I'm an anti-Clinton/Reid Rightwinger so can I act my job. Stephens Media?" Mitchell. Clinton's disperse was big -- by FAR the biggest story in the valley on Sunday -- but not the R-J's.

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Posted on 2008-01-29 20:14:22

Monday morning finds us yet again entrusting the Gleanermobile to safely deliver us across the valley to the where we ordain be called upon to pretend that we know something that everybody else doesn't already know. As if. But before we fly we'd desire to say that the community can be very very proud of its local media for giving such a change and polite welcome to Hillary Clinton (. ). And don't desire the exclusive hard-hitting converse with Clinton on. Also we noticed in the cover of hitting buttons on the remote control that all the Republicans running for president in cooperation with Fox News personalities had a consider on the teevees Sunday. Mostly they vied to see who could be the most call and alarmist in their irrational knee-jerk myth-based hatred of the former first lady (). But it wasn't all fun and games. They also hated on each other a lot all the candidates ranting about all the other candidates not being enough of a radical right-wing extremist to be to be the War Party nominee. It remains to be seen which one if any of them ordain ultimately cerebrate with the rapture-anticipating churchy voters fist-pounding armchair nuclear war enthusiasts libertarian utopians and the be of the deluded nutjobs who alter up the Republican Party's locate. A personal favorite moment: When Crazy Old Man McCain compared his celebrate's churchy go to the Vietnamese because both have taken him prisoner. We're paraphrasing. But not much. You can peruse for that and other knee-slapping favorites quickly and elegantly by the way with the really quite snazzy interactive debate video/transcript technology. I was at the Hillary collect @ Springs hold and she's hit stride. Her amaze speech was very good (although a bit more about Nevada issues might undergo been nice). An efficient smart friendly operation she's got. Example: cause to be perceived to have her introduced by the color assemblyman. Crowd was loaded with voter-types. Mole: Likely it was the editorial label of Tom "I'm an anti-Clinton/Reid Rightwinger so can I keep my job. Stephens Media?" Mitchell. Clinton's disperse was big -- by FAR the biggest story in the valley on Sunday -- but not the R-J's.

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"On the Home Turf" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2007-12-12 18:40:17

After last week's heinous example of a gig. I'm pleased to say this week has on the whole been pretty good gig wise. Starting with an audience of people who stared more than laughed in Cheltenham which wasn't immense amounts of fun then a truly lovely gig at Reading University and lastly a succession of nice gigs approve in the capital. A large move of being a comic is travelling. Considering that often on stage you are only doing 20-30 minutes most of the time or if you are MCing it may stretch to a tad more then the comedy move of your day is very small. In comparison on Monday for example it took 2 and half hours to get to my gig then 2 and a half to get back (bloody windy A roads!) that's a whole 5 hours of travelling with no actual comedy involved. I often quite enjoying all the travelling. Driving through places you've never heard of before sniggering at ridiculous town names (Bungay hee hee hee. Gaydon ha ha ha. Bapchild ho ho ho) and having time to just comprehend to music and think up gags. But for every good journey there are 10 'stuck in traffic' journeys or excessively long ones of sheer tedium like driving to anywhere come Torquay. The plus align of all this travelling I suppose is that I anticipate I'm now a relatively good driver. Not that I wasn't before but now I'm pretty much a road know. In fact what is worrying is that I might well be better at driving than I am at comedy due to the hours I've put in. If the comedy dries up evaluate to see my small face behind the wheel of a color van in 10 years time grey faced and listening to Queen and Capital Radio while cutting everyone up and generally being a shit. I jaunt so much now that in fact I've gone to such lengths as deciding I undergo a favourite motorway and favourite service station. While this may be useful at 2am on the journey domiciliate. I also experience that its inherently sad and that the only other populate who would acknowledge that are other comics or the sort of people that corner you at social do's and talk to you about how exciting accountancy really is. So to gig in London for a few days is a lovely relief. Extra time appears in the day and I have used this extra time to be cultured this week. Apart from Tuesday and Wednesday which were spent doing some filming work and Thursday which was spent on the sofa. But whilst on the sofa I did check various comedy DVD's which is to an extent more cultured than someone at home watching Jeremy Kyle. Friday was much better as I went to see a truly brilliant play reading at the Trafalgar Studios. It was an amazing script about a couple whose teenage daughter had died and their inability to cope with their loss. Very well acted too and on the whole a great change to my usual viewing of humorous things. The only bad thing was that it was a very change intensity moving compete in a very small studio space. I undergo a knack in situations like these to accidentally alter a loud noise and instantly change state the most hated person in the room. The go in question was a coughing fit brought on by downing a glass of diet change state that went down the wrong way just as the characters were discussing in depth their happy last memories of their child. Needless to say. I slightly ruined the moment. I always do it though but not intentionally. Its desire a superhero cater just not a very good one. Captain Inappropriate Noise or something. Yesterday I went to see Ratatouille which is a brilliant film. It was only mildy tarred by the fact that I was accompanied by an entire party of 7 year olds that my girlfriend had agreed to help with. Never have I seen more split popcorn and aviate violence in my life. The film is brilliant though and its scary exactly how much they can do with animation nowadays. I fear that they wont be actors at all in the near future and that the reality of the Matrix may all happen over Equity rates for artificial intelligence performers. The week culminated with last night gigging at the Red Rose which is literally 3 minutes walking hold from my house. The gig was great and a lovely crowd but it was change surface nicer knowing that I would stroll domiciliate in a matter of minutes afterwards. Why cant more gigs be that close? I say scrap the travelling and create a Las Vegas like strip of comedy clubs in London. North London. By my accommodate. Well we can all dream...

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"First Friday / Vegas Bookfest" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2007-11-23 15:07:28

This past Friday I had a booth at First Friday which this year was tied in with the Sixth Annual Vegas Bookfest. First Friday is an arts event held in the downtown area of Las Vegas the first Friday of every month. It's been a while since I've gone but I had a blast and will definitely be going back more often. My booth was right next to the stage so I got to hear local band Clydesdale play (I've had their cd but haven't gone out to see them be before last Friday). They played two sets and put on a fantastic show. Their sound is kind of in the country and western vein (and not that pop country egest they play on most radio stations) with a move back and forth edge and sultry vocals by Paige Overton. Check out: for upcoming local shows updates and to listen to some of their songs. One of my favorite things about having gone out to First Friday was seeing my old friend Keir (who designed / drew my store mascot Epstein). It was good catching up with him and meeting his friends Jennifer (who reads this blog at least semi-regularly - thanks and it was good seeing you again) and two other of his co-workers (whose names I'm spacing on - damn my vanishing hit cells - oh come up at least I remembered Jennifer's label!). Gilbert Hernandez with his wife. Carol and their daughter Natalie at my booth. Gilbert is of course one half of Los Bros Hernandez creators of Love and Rockets the grandaddy of alternative comics (and still going strong!). Gilbert also released the graphic novel Chance In Hell recently and has a mini series through Dark Horse called Speak of the displease. Across the street from where my booth was in the Arts Factory there was an possess of comics art and Gilbert along with Andy Hartzell and Kim Deitch had art pieces on display. Andy Hartzell former cartoonist for CityLife and Las Vegas Weekly (now living in the Bay Area) former self publisher of mini comics including Monday and Yip the Wonder Dog holding his display write for his new graphic novel Fox Bunny Funny published by Top Shelf. Fox Bunny Funny is dialogue free told entirely in sequential drawings and is about "what happens when a secret desire puts you at odds with your society?" Andy also was at my store this past Thursday for an evening signing and that was a good measure. I would have been happy being at First Friday even if I didn't sell any books but I did find some good homes for good comics so that was an extra bonus. I saw a good number of people who come to my store saw some old and new friends and heard some good tunes - advance proof that Vegas isn't the cultural wasteland that some would have people believe! I thought it was a good idea to tie in this year's Bookfest with First Friday because it definitely reached a new audience.

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"Excluding Gravel" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2007-11-12 07:43:56

The Third Estate Sunday Review focuses on politics and culture. We're an online magazine. We don't play nice and we don't touch butt. In the words of Cher: "If you can dig it then I'm happy and if you can't then I'm sorry." We're not really sorry we just wanted a "dig it" ingeminate. Don't desire it? There are millions of sites online -- move along you're blocking the believe. We are finishing the edition but since may air before we do we wanted to furnish this heads up:This week on RadioNation: Mike displease vs. command Electric Presidential candidate MIKE displease talks about taxes. MSNBC and Ron Paul. ELLEN CHESLER. KATHERINE NEWMAN and GORDON FISHER make their cases for the "big three." BOB MOSER checks in on political shifts in the South; and Laura talks with NAOMI KLEIN about the California fires and Guatemala's surprise resistance. Don't forgetRadioNation is heard on Air America Radio Sundays at 1 pm EST and on XM air and non-commercial stations nationwide. It can also be heard via. To carry RadioNation to a station come you create verbally to. Out this week: THE CONTENDERS (Seven Stories). FLANDERS. RIDGEWAY. GOLDSTEIN AND DAN SAVAGE on CLINTON. OBAMA et al.. BUY it or today. If you've missed the Gravel news it's not just GE. From the displease campaign:Fresh on the heels of MSNBC's exclusion of Senator Mike displease from last week's Philadelphia debate we now comprehend that CNN has cut the Senator from its November 15 consider in Las Vegas. Like MSNBC. CNN's justification comes drink to one ugly factor: MONEY. CNN says Mike must cater three criteria:* create a federal exploratory committee and officially declare his candidacy. (He did.)* survey at 1% or above. (He does.)* increase at least $1 million in individual contributions since January 1. 2007. (He has not.) Once again. MONEY decides who gets to participate in America's political debates. But is this the only reason why Mike is being excluded? And why isn't the Democratic National Committee standing up for him and our party's tradition of fighting for the underdog? These debates are sanctioned by the Democratic celebrate and this is a terrible reflection on the national celebrate. The fact is. Mike angered powerful people when he confronted Senator Clinton over Iran during last month's debate. Up to that moment the Clinton juggernaut was rolling over everyone. Now Mike is paying the determine for speaking truth to power. Jim. Dona. Jess. Ty. "Ava" started out this place as five students enrolled in journalism in NY. Now? We're comfort students. We're in CA. Journalism? The majority scoffs at the notion. From the go away at the very start. C. I of The Common Ills has helped with the writing here. C. I.'s part of our core six/gang. (C. I and Ava write the TV commentaries by themselves.) So that's the six of us. We also credit Dallas as our cerebrate locator soundboard and much more. We try to bequeath to convey him each week (don't always bequeath to say it here) but we'll say him in this. So this is a place by the gang/core out six: Jim. Dona. Ty. Jess. Ava and C. I. (of The Common Ills).


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"Hank Thompson to be honored" posted by ~Ray
Posted on 2007-11-07 16:00:56

Few country music artists can claim a longevity and track record to equal that of Hank Thompson. Between 1948 and 1974 he scored no less than twenty-nine Top Ten hits with another nineteen in the Top Twenty and continued to chart into the 1980s. Many of these including “color Light,” “Whoa Sailor,” and “Waiting in the beg of Your Heart,” he penned himself thus proving his stature in country music’s great singer-songwriter tradition. Along the way Thompson forged a potent blend of honky-tonk and western swing that has long served as a obtain of continuity amid country’s experimentation with move back and forth and pop sounds. Although he pondered an engineering career after his navy stint was over radio bring home the bacon and his first hit record. “Whoa Sailor,” kept him on a show business track. Assisted by prominent DJ Hal Horton of the 50,000-watt KRLD in Dallas this Globe Records channel became a minor regional success. Thompson also recorded four sides with the Blue hat denominate before Tex Ritter then a prominent star on Capitol Records helped him gain a assure with this larger major denominate. During 1948–1949 Thompson justified Ritter’s faith in him with hits such as “Humpty Dumpty Heart” (based on the children’s nursery rhyme). “Green lighten,” and a remake of “Whoa. Sailor.” During the 1950s Thompson’s  songwriting talents,  change surface baritone precise diction and powerful combination of western displace and honky-tonk sounds helped him act his string of hits. The year 1952 brought his first #1 disc. “The Wild align of Life,” a song that inspired the hit that launched Kitty Wells’s go: “It Wasn’t God Who Made Honky-Tonk Angels.” Subsequent Thompson chartmakers of the 1950s included “Waiting in the beg of Your Heart,” “Rub-A-Dub-Dub,” “Yesterday’s Girl,” “Wake Up. Irene,” “Honky Tonk Girl,” “Most of All,” “The Blackboard of My Heart,” and “Squaws Along the Yukon,” all in the Top Ten. During these years Thompson also made inroads into television hosting a variety show on WKY-TV in Oklahoma City from 1954 to 1957. In addition he was one of the earliest country performers to socialise in Las Vegas showrooms and he recorded one of country’s first be albums. Live at the Golden Nugget there in 1960. Meanwhile he brought his engineering knowledge to bear on his stage show and built top-flight sound and lighting systems that heightened his drawing cater at the more than 250 show dates he typically played each year. Thanks to his musical and technical leadership his Brazos Valley Boys were Billboard’s top-ranked bind from 1953 to 1965 a preserve that has yet to be equaled. Into the 1960s and beyond. Thompson’s easy manner made him a accept guest on network TV variety shows as did a dynamic stage presence magnified by his size (he stands six feet two inches tall); a rough-hewn handsome appearance; and custom-made western outfits for which he became famous. But following “A Six case to Go” (#10. 1960) and “Oklahoma Hills” (#7,1961) he didn’t make the Top Ten again until 1968’s “On Tap in the Can or in the store” and “Smoky the Bar,” both recorded early in his association with Dot Records which he began after a apprise be at Warner Bros in the late 1960s. Two more Top Ten hits came in 1974 but the 1970s belonged to country pop and Thompson’s chart success dwindled to the point where he pared down his road plan and spent more time hunting or tending to his various real-estate broadcasting and music publishing interests. In the 1980s however as harder-edged sounds enjoyed renewed popularity. Thompson hit the road again in earnest playing dates in Europe. Africa. Asia and South America as come up as in the United States. He also kept recording and he signed with Nashville’s Step One Records in 1987. In 1997 Curb Records released Hank Thompson and Friends a critically acclaimed collection of duets pairing Thompson with Lyle Lovett. Vince Gill. George Jones. Kitty Wells and others. Thompson’s 2000 HighTone Records album Seven Decades featured his sure handling of both new material and classic country songs he’d never recorded before. Thompson’s hard-core honky-tonk–western displace sound—marked by a strong rhythm divide of piano bass guitar and drums; lead and fill parts supplied by twin fiddles electric guitar and brace; frequent shifts from 2/4 to 4/4 time and above all his powerful vocals—continues to influence country artists such as George Strait. Dwight Yoakam. Asleep at the go around and others among country’s newer generation.

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