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The Tuesday Twins #5.

I'm having one of those days. A horny daze of a day where I'm having trouble concentrating on anything else besides my needy boner.

Today's been a mixture of visual stimulation and just straight-up biology, the urge to fuck. What time is it? Dammit I just jerked off less than an hour ago. I don't want to jerk off again--solely on the principle that I probably shouldn't be jerking off so much.

Standing in the kitchen trying to wash some dishes. Absentedmindedly I press my crotch up against the edge of the counter. I've got my hands buried in soapsuds and I'm grinding the fucking countertop.

I could blame the Internet for this state of pernicious, delicious distraction. Which is sort of like a teenage punk saying "It's all society's fault." No, it's all because of the ladies.

The ladies I know, the ladies I want to know and the ladies I've never met.

Your fault.

I want everybody to have a look at this: sexyukgirl.blogspot.com. Her website is pretty tasty. It's a mix of thoughtful writing, erotica and scandalous photos. I think you'll like it.

She's quite the exhibitionist for which we can all be thankful.

Sexyukgirl took some Tuesday Twins photos especially for me. This one's my favourite:

click for the tits

Now that's what I call a "nice rack." If we're handing out bonus points for originality, this photo hits the double-word-score.

You put some work into assembling this, girl. It's like a present that's almost too pretty to unwrap.

You're going to have to keep your back arched as I lower you to the bed. Lean back until you're lying down, careful now, that's it, nice and easy. Don't disturb anything.

I need to take a picture.

How am I going to keep you from wriggling around and messing the letters up? Am I going to have to tie your wrists to the bedposts? --And so two pairs of handcuffs emerge from the camera bag.

Click annnd... click. Tight enough? Good.

Now open your legs for me.

Open your legs and close your eyes. I want you to listen to this sound and tell me what it is.

What was it? Speak up...

Well what do you know. She recognizes the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open.

I'm not saying you're a total slut or anything.

Spread your legs wider, now. That's a good girl.

I need to get some lubrication on this condom. And I think you've got some for me.

Oh I think she likes it...

Head of my cock up against your pussy. You like that? Just rubbing it all around.

You can open your eyes now. Smile for the camera... Perfect.

Should I put my cock in you now? A little deeper, maybe?

Or should I just tease you for a while.

Posted by philip at 11:19 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

Today is the four-year anniversary of Hot Action. Woooo, hoo.

It's been almost a year since I moved out to New Brunswick to live in the middle of the woods and be a hermit. It's been great. I love it out here.

People asked me if I get many visitors. Perhaps that is a roundabout way of asking "Are you still getting laid." The answer is, I got tons of visitors through the spring, summer and fall. Winter, not so much. But I got a car last fall so I can bring the action to the towns around.

I've posted less in the last year. Partly because the Internet is not as inviting to me now that I'm stuck on a slow dialup connection. But also, when I get out here by myself it's sometimes easy to forget about the concept of an audience.

I enjoy corresponding one-on-one and exchanging dirty messages with those special people, as opposed to throwing everything into that gaping void known as the Internet. I suppose I could check my site statistics to see who's been visiting. But that's just a bunch of numbers on a screen, and I've never gotten a boner from staring at a bunch of bar graphs.

Sometimes I'll imagine an audience. You sit in front of your computer screen and you check hotaction.ca to see if I'm going to give you anything to jerk off to. And I come up behind you and look over your shoulder.

You can tell it's me because of the scent. I smell like a big sexy mixture of all the sex we've been having, all night and all day. It's the smell of your pussy mixed with the smell of a horny man who hasn't had enough of you yet.

I rest my chin on your shoulder to nuzzle your neck and whisper in your ear. "Whatcha reading, dirty girl?" I give you a playful little bite on the back of your neck. Mmm, you like that?

I reach around you from behind and take your hands off the keyboard. I press your hands against your breasts and squeeze, and I pull you back, pinning you to the back of the chair.

I raise up your hand to take two of your fingers into my mouth. I suck on your fingers and swirl my tongue around in between them. Then I guide your hand down your stomach. All the way down. Down and inside.

You're already wet for me, aren't you? ...Show me how you touch yourself.

I pull your head back to kiss your neck. My fingers pinch and tease your nipples. Show me how you turn yourself on.

Do it faster... harder. I want you to get yourself off for me. Show me how you come.

Right here in this room. Just the two of us. We're together, and that's all that matters.

Posted by philip at 04:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

The Tuesday Twins #4.

There's something about a little black collar that totally turns me on. Well to be perfectly honest, there's something about a woman with "Hot Action" written across her pretty perky titties that totally turns me on. I must give bonus points for creativity as well.

I find black-and-white photography erotic. Or maybe it's the tease that arouses me. The sly way, with the tease of fingers poised to touch, you capture the attention of my eye and my cock.

Do you enjoy putting on a show for me?

click for the pretty pic...

I like to watch.

Posted by philip at 08:38 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Hello and good Tuesday, January 24th, 2006. I'm Philip Clark and this is Hot Action.

I'm trapped in Halifax waiting for my car to be repaired. Making the most of my time in the city. I can't believe I used to live here... in the middle of all this... every single day.

Last night. What do you do when it's a perfect winter night, mild temperature, gentle snowfall. And you're so fucking turned on that you just have to have each other, then and there, no matter what?

The guys in the snowplow trucks circle the block, slowing down as they pass. We should probably at least try to get off the main street.

Up the alley.

Pretty girl. Dirty girl. So hot. So sexy.

I undo her belt, push her back into the darkness.

"Don't you make a sound. Not one fucking sound out of you..."

Someone tagged this as "PEN-15" corner. Nice. We tagged it ourselves in our very own way.

Posted by philip at 08:33 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

A bunch of lube leaked all over the inside of my backpack. Awesome! Now everything I own can be inserted anywhere.

I made some hot action tops, which are guaranteed to do two things: give you a bad reputation, and make your tits look awesome.

Posted by philip at 02:58 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Everyone knows I like the bad girls, the horny girls.

Her latest inspired bit of role-playing is the "prude-girl." I wouldn't have thought I'd be into this. But I totally am.

Maybe I can get away with kissing her on the cheek. Maybe I can get away with kissing her on the neck...

As we turn into the parking lot, she sits in the passenger seat with her legs together.

My right hand on her thigh. Slowly sliding up her thigh.

"...But sir, whatever are you doing?"

Relax honey... it's okay... it doesn't count if you're only taking it in the mouth.

Posted by philip at 09:08 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

The Tuesday Twins #3.

I made a New Year's resolution. My goal for 2006 is to destabilize a thousand sexless marriages.

Let's say your man's sex drive seems to have vanished into the void. He's always too tired, too busy, too medicated, too stoned. You don't even like to bring it up anymore because it's just gotten embarrassing. The two of you used to hump like rabbits. So what could the problem be?

I'll tell you something. He's jerking off in the shower. Definitely. Or else in bed, or somewhere, sometime when you're not around.

Take it from me. I am male. The male sex drive does not just disappear like that.

The male sex drive is a curse. It is a constant, throbbing, painful urge that underlies every waking moment, every wretched aspect of our pathetic lives.

Maybe if a guy's got some kind of medical condition or something, I hear great gobs of Prozac can tame the beast to an extent, but otherwise you're going to have to face the fact.

Your man would rather come when he's alone than when he's with you.

From a guy's perspective, there's a lot to be said for jerking off. It's simple. Gets the job done. There are no complicated emotional obligations to anybody else.

And when a guy is alone, he can fantasize. He can picture himself having any kind of sex with anyone he wants. Sometimes that fake fantasy can be more stimulating than the familiar reality.

Look, it's not your fault, it's not his fault, it's not anybody's fault. It's not that you're not attractive either. It's familiarity. Your hot characteristics are not standing out, because he hasn't had anything lately to compare them to.

Except his fantasies. Which are, by definition, flawless.

If you really want to keep him, here's what to do. Tell him to go out and bang someone else. When he comes home I guarantee he'll be all over you. It'll be like the old days. The whole thing will reset itself. He'll be able to appreciate you again, for what you're not, as well as for what you are.

Maybe you should try banging someone else too. No point in being sneaky or deceitful. It's an honest physical need. You might arouse his competitive instinct.

Or alternatively, you could even... break up. Sure it's a pain in the ass to break up, you'd have to find a new place, new friends, you've got this comfortable and vaguely pleasant routine, but do you really want to settle? Especially when there are so many horny guys who would jump at the chance to bang the box right off you...

Yes, it is a pain in the ass to break up but if you get with the program now, you can get that awkward period of readjustment over with, get any emotional turmoil all sorted out, so that by the time summer rolls around, you will end up having the time of your life as a free woman and you'll be emailing me to say "Thank you Philip you were SO RIGHT" and attaching a lovely photo of your tits when you do so.

Which brings us to this week's picture.

[click for the nip]

This is a response to my post about nipple pinching. Wowee. I'm sure everyone can appreciate small perky nips, but there's really something to be said for a long erect nipple that feels like it's filling up your whole mouth.

Well guys (and gals), the owner of said nipple is a free woman and she is good to go. In her email she writes:

"When I read the part on your site about breakup day I laughed my ass off. The last three years of my SIX YEAR LIVE-IN relationship we had no sex at all. On very few occassions he would eat me out if I cajoled and bribed him and how fun is it to feel like someone's doing you a big fucking favor... The more time that passes and the more I get shagged the angrier I get about all the fucking sex I missed out on from 1999-2005."

I met her on nerve.com and am authorised to share a link to her profile in case you're interested in learning more.

xo philip.
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postcript:
~ Don't bother commenting to tell me that you are a happily married couple who still get it on after all these years like a couple of teenagers on Viagra, we know people like you exist and we're happy for you.
~ If you're only staying together because of the kids then I have no advice for you. Other than, try to get the day off sometime and go bag the gardener.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have an altar shaped like a condom box, and I think I'm going to go kneel down in front of it and thank the gods of bachelorhood that my hallways do not resound with the pitter-patter of little dependents.

Posted by philip at 08:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

The Tuesday Twins #2.

By the time I loaded out, shmoozed a little, said goodnight, all that stuff, it was close to 3AM. I hurried over to your place. I was already hard by the time I got there.

I edged open your bedroom door and there you were. Lying back half-naked on your bed. Just like you said you would be.

[click for the twins]

And what a surprise to catch you with your fingers creeping down your waist, down between your horny legs...

Well hello. And what did I tell you? You were warned against touching yourself before I arrived.

Your instructions were to save yourself--save up every hot little drop, every slippery moist little molecule. Just for me.

Just for me to savour on the tip of my tongue.

Why do you have to be such a dirty little brat, all the time? You know what this means, don't you? You are going to have to be punished.

With a smile I unbuckle my belt. And slide it all the way off.

I sit on the edge of the bed--undo my fly--just to give some relief to my raging hard cock.

With the leather belt I caress your face, your shoulders. And those beautiful breasts. The twins are looking very pretty tonight, aren't they? Yes...

And you. You look so hot I could just fuck you right now. Just drive it right the fuck into you. So hard and so deep.

But first things first.

Turn over, you.

Posted by philip at 09:50 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

"My sex ed professor told us we shouldn't let men use lube. She said it was a tool used by men who try to control women's bodies."

"Yeah, well she was right," I said, squeezing out some KY. "Now lie down."

"She said the purpose of lube is to allow men to penetrate women who aren't naturally ready."

"You seem pretty ready to me."

"Mmmm..."

Posted by philip at 11:54 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

I like pinching nipples. This won't work on most women. But then, half the shit I like won't work on most women.

Because this is serious business and you might try to squirm away, I'm going to have to tie you up.

I'm going to take my time and appreciate your breasts with the palms of my hands for a while. It occurs to me that you might not yet know what you're in for. As I look at you I can't keep from smiling.

It starts as a gentle stroking with my thumb and forefinger. And then comes the pressure...

With all things there's a magical moment. When I'm sliding my hand up your thigh and cross that invisible line, there's a subtle spark of energy. I have to pay close attention to notice it. It could be a quick flex of a muscle or a tiny little gasp. That's when I back off, back down to the knee, the calf. Then I start to slide my fingers up your leg all over again.

A little farther... a little closer every time.

It's the same with pinching your nipples. I'm watching your face, your head tilted back, mouth open, as I wait for you to flinch or to make your involuntary sexy sound of pleasure and pain. Exactly then is when I release the pressure.

I love how they harden under my hands, your poor sweet nipples. I feel their sensitivity burning into my fingers every time we reach that magical moment.

And how I love it when "stop... stop" is followed by "more... more."

Posted by philip at 11:55 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Welcome to 2006. This is going to be the hottest year ever.

You know, Tuesday was always a good day on Hot Action. On Monday I'd recover from the weekend; on Tuesday I'd write about it.

Now Tuesdays will be even better. I'm starting a new feature called "The Tuesday Twins." If you're on the mailing list you've already heard about it. You send me a photo of your breasts. Every Tuesday I'll post a new photo.

And your breasts will be famous all around the world (except in the United Arab Emirates... and on government-owned computers in the Canadian province of New Brunswick... and in other places where this website is deemed a moral hazard).

And one year from now, we'll be looking back at 52 smokin' racks.

You bet I'm excited. Our first submission comes from a lady I shall only identify as "Bootsy," and what a way to kick off the year:

[click for full image]

Bootsy happens to have a gorgeous body. As well as a way with the camera. All my leg muscles tense up in anticipation when I look at this picture... and those dark sexy nipples make my cock just want to rip through the front of my pants...

If you'd like to take part, email your photo to philip[at]hotaction[dot]ca. Include the words "hot action" somewhere in the picture. The photos can be as subtle or explicit as you like; anonymous or credited. It's up to you.

Just be creative. I'd suggest you invite the ladies over for a few glasses of wine and then start passing the camera around.

I started to write about my weekend... for now, can I get away with saying that I couldn't have wished for a better New Year's?

Posted by philip at 11:50 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)