hot action

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.