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July 27, 2005

carmen

All of a sudden I'm without my car and my computer. I won't be able to write on this site and I won't be able to use email. I won't be able to drive out to visit you, sorry.

Could be days, could be weeks. But I'll be back.

If you need my phone number chances are you already have it.

I was moody and preoccupied and came upstairs to write. The lady I kidnapped in Montreal is downstairs in the kitchen making us something to eat.

She said, "I can't believe I'm playing housewife at Hot Action Headquarters."

July 12, 2005

street sense

Of course it's macho bullshit, what do you expect. I'm a country boy. My father's side were all lumberjacks. My mother's side were coal miners.

But there's more to it than that. Your opinion of Hot Action says more about you than it does about me.

How much can you really learn about a guy anyway, from reading his online journal? Not much. The human imagination is a wonderful thing--give the brain a mere few hundred words and it will fill in all the rest according to the reader's own inclinations.

You could spend a year reading a person's blog and not learn as much about that person as you would learn from spending five seconds watching him or her walk across a room.

So there's the masculine side. I have energy and I like to use it. But I'm also a gentleman and a scholar, a pervert and a rocker.

And I'm not afraid to get in touch with the feminine side. I saw how hot you looked in your red dress... it made me jealous. It made me want to get down and dirty in the dirt with you.

Just relax. People are having a good time. You remember what "fun" is, don't you? I tried to tell you but maybe you still need to be shown.

Instead of a room to walk across, here's a country dirt road because that's the way I roll.


~ streetsense.mov
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If you really like to rock the funky beats somebody in the house say hell yeah.

July 10, 2005

small song

Beyond the edge of the cliff, the sea and the sky dissolve into one another.

The ocean throws itself at the rocks, breaks itself and heals.

The tide pounds at its peak, then breathes and recedes.

July 06, 2005

lightning strikes

Energy is motion. I could be anywhere. I'm striding up towards your front door right now.

I want you to be ready for me at all times. Summer is here. A hot storm rolls in out of nowhere and leaves you soaking wet.

You already know how I want to find you when I shove the door open. Completely naked. Lying on your stomach, with both hands underneath you.

You know what I want. Grind your hips. Grind yourself hard. Give me something sexy to look at, for a minute, head to toe and back again, before my shirt flies to the floor and I'm on top of you.

Arch your back for me. Fingernails draw four red lines straight down your back. I reach underneath you to give your breast a hard squeeze. How's my girl?

I pull your hair, pull your head back. I need to see the look on your pretty sweet horny face.

Has my girl been a good girl? My cock growls the question.

The rattle in your ear as I undo my belt.

I'm sure there have been some changes in your life. You can tell me all the news later. As long as you've got what a hard cock needs, some things will never change.

Lightning strikes because it has nothing to lose.

July 05, 2005

on the ropes

"Have you ever heard the expression 'rope of cum'?"

"No."

"Well... now you have."

July 04, 2005

a sweet violation

Today Carmen spent ten hours in a two-hour zone in downtown Halifax while I was busy having my world thoroughly rocked. I'm going to take this parking ticket and frame it and hang it up on my wall.

We Canadians have respect for the Fourth of July holiday. We just skip all the stars-and-stripes business and go straight for the fireworks. I would have sung "Bombs bursting in air" but after I came for the fourth time all I could manage to say was "wowww eeeee."

Sprawled out on the carpet. A prisoner of pineapple and chocolate. Willingly trapped, deep in the lair of the beautiful and deadly cock assassin.

Tonight I drove back to the country with my entire body vibrating. It hasn't stopped yet. I have been taken apart and not quite put back together again.