hot action

Hot Action is very pleased to present:

"Kitchen Tips For Modern Living"

Posted by philip at 05:24 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

question: who needs to get her lips around my cock?

answer: you.

Posted by philip at 07:05 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

She messaged me the other night to say, "p.s. a still of you fucking my ass would be awesome!"

I wasn't planning on watching the tape until I got to New Brunswick, but how can I refuse a request from an attractive lady?

So I plugged in my video camera and played through the scene. Mmm, there's no porn like homemade porn. There's no comparison at all, really. So many beautiful frames to choose from...

And now my dick is so hard my teeth are chattering, and I'm meeting someone tonight and I'm trying to save myself for my date, save it all up.

This is not easy right now.

Freeze frame. She's on all fours and her back is arched. Her amazing ass sticks straight up into the air. Her head is turned away and her dark hair drifts down towards the bed. My arm reaches around her body and I am squeezing her breast.

My other arm is caught in time, my hand a slight blur as I reach down to support myself on the bed.

You can see my cock, hard and straight, as it engages in its mission of forbidden pleasure.

A low moan is on the verge of escaping from her mouth. "Uhhh... fuck."

I'm not putting this picture on the Internet. Tough shit, this one's staying in the family.

But what I will do is rewind the tape forty minutes or so. Back to when we were trading the video camera back and forth; back before it wound up perched on her dresser, aimed at the bed at the perfect angle.

Her view:

My view:

(Notice the bracelet.)

Posted by philip at 06:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

Haven't had much time for writing this week, but I put out a call for a guest column and it was answered in admirable fashion.

Thank you--when I read this it made me open my mouth and go "AAAAHHH" in a silent scream of delight:

>>>>>

So you're leaving the city.

Just when things started to get interesting – just when the thought of
running into you shortened my breath, made me press my finger slowly
along the soft pink inside edge of my lower lip.

You'll be back sometimes of course, but the chances will be slim to
none that we'll be in the same bar, on the same night.

But if I'm lucky, and we are….

I want to have a code, some secret gesture. And when you see it, you
will instantly know what I'm going to do to you if we're alone.

You will instantly know, I'm going to peel these jeans off and kneel
down in front of you. My nails scratching across your stomach as you
pull your cock out for me, and you will smile that smile, because you
know I'm hungry for it.

You know I'm going to be your cum-hungry little slut.

I'll take your cock in my hands, worshiping it, teasing you before I
lick it. I'll arch my back, lower my tits towards your knees and push
my ass up into the air.

So close that you can lean over with one hand, and take it, squeeze it
hard for me. So fucking hard, a little cry will escape me as I part
my lips to take your head in my mouth.

You'll slap it for me. Until it's pink. You know I love it when you
tell me how you're going to fuck it. Run your hand along my pussy and
tease yourself – think about how wet it is, how hard you'll be
pounding it.

You know I'd beg for it if your hard cock wasn't pumping in and out of my mouth.

Your dick will be like a fucking grenade. And just when you're about
to explode, you'll take it in your hand, grab a fistful of my dark
hair and wrench my head back.

And then you'll look down at me – cumming all over my face – and think
that's when I look the most beautiful.

So what's it gonna be? What's the code?

I love this blowing kisses bullshit – except if you're back in the
city, and I see you in a dark bar….

I'm going to bring my hand up and rub the tip of my nipple through my
little t-shirt with two fingers, feel it pressing back through the
cotton and tingling, as I think about you pinching it with your
vice-grip. Think about you pinning my arms behind my back and biting
down hard on it, until it almost hurts too much.

You'll be looking back at me. And when I know you're thinking the
same, I'm going to bring those fingertips up just inches away from my
chin, tilt my head, purse my lips and lightly, blow.

<<<<

Posted by philip at 09:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (10)

Rock'n'roll and sex. Sex and rock'n'roll. The eternal equation of the millennia.

Come to the Air Traffic Control CD release party in Hell's Kitchen on Saturday night. No further updates until then.

Instead, I'll leave you with some words of inspiration from the Hot Action male-bag:

"Hi Philip,

Hoping you could tell me how important looks are to women in regards to picking up men. Also wondering if you think the city makes a difference. I live in Los Angeles and wonder if I might get more attention elsewhere..

Thanks greatly for your time.

-A."

A. -

Respect your body and take care of it, if only because it will affect your overall bearing. Other than that, forget about looks. Your insecurity is your weakness, not your flaws.

You're fortunate to live in Los Angeles and don't talk yourself into believing otherwise. A million beautiful women. A million opportunities.

Really, it doesn't matter if you are in the country or the city, confidence is golden and it will draw people to you.

Hope this helps, Philip.

Posted by philip at 02:43 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Sexy woman at the club. I have noticed her before. Tall brunette, young-looking, hot, slammin' body.

We've never made eye contact. I'm not sure if I've even seen her smile. She's just another yummy piece of eye-candy in the background of the urban landscape.

Noticed her again a few nights ago and something's changed. She's right out on the middle of the dancefloor, huge smile on her face. Her arms slide up into the air as she writhes to the music.

It is obvious to me that this woman has recently been the recipient of a good hard pounding.

The transformation in her bearing is sexy and unmistakable.

Sure enough, a fellow whom I take to be her new guy comes up and hugs her from behind. She smiles. She closes her eyes and grinds her hips back into him.

I'm pleased with this display. Maybe I should be jealous, or I should chide myself because a hot sexual opportunity was seized upon by another guy. But that's not how my mind works.

I've just learned a couple of things about this attractive stranger that I didn't know before. Such as: she likes the cock. She likes to feel good. (Hey, not every woman does. I know... it's weird.)

If she is getting quality action, she must be in possession of some seduction skills. Which definitely increases her appeal in my eyes.

Sometimes I think the real secret to Halifax is patience. Everything happens eventually. In the meantime, I'll just relax and enjoy myself and keep busy with other things.

When it does happen I think it's going to be fun.

Women who get laid are hot.
~~

There's a sexy lady I've been exchanging messages with. She just wrote to inform me that she lives within a block of my house.

It's a beautiful sunny day in North End Halifax. I walk over to my bedroom window and look outside. The backyards of the neighbourhood spread themselves out before me.

I try to use my erection as a compass. "Activate pussy radar." My hips turn, moving slowly, back and forth.

"deet deet deet... deet deet deetdeetdeetdeet"

Posted by philip at 01:55 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

Posted by philip at 02:53 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

These are Philip's words, but this is not Philip typing. Philip is whispering in my ear as I type.I'm lying on my stomach with a pair of thumb cuffs on.

Philip has just removed my panties.

Now Philip is reaching his hand up between my legs. Philip has warned me not to make any typing mistakes, or he will squeeze my right nipple. I am having some difficulty typing because I am horny and cuffed. I have made many silly typographical errors.

Philip is just about to slide two fingers into my pussy.

Philip has two fingers in my cunt right now
he's whispering in my ear

I am twitching

I would like to take off my sweater but I am stuck (my words)

Philip has taken his cock out(Philip's words) and he's rubbinh == it over my ass while he finger fucks me. Philip is tearing opehn a condom wrapper.

Now his cock is up against my pussy. The head of Philip's acock is pressing against my cuynt. a I can feel him working hijmself into me. Philip is getting annoy;ed at all the spelling mistakes i am making. I am a very abasd sexcre

i am a verty bad secretary. philip is laughing at me and fucking ;me at the same timea . He is teasing me with his cock. while he makes me type all of thisa. I am shaking and not typing very; wellal

Posted by philip at 01:41 AM | Permalink | Comments (16)