hot action

Playing music makes me horny.

"Let's go for a walk."

"Where do you want to go...?"

"...Unless you want me to finger-fuck you in front of all these people."

Sometimes I say outrageous things just to try to provoke something. Sometimes it works.

Minus twenty-six Celsius with the windchill. Good thing my car was only a few blocks away.

We shared the backseat with a PA amplifier turned up on its side. At first I had the car's heater turned on. Then it occurred to me that maybe defrosting the windows wasn't something we wanted to do.

I heard a guy across the street yell "Hey!" and I slid down further in the seat. Two fingers deep inside her and her head slamming down onto me.

Maybe I won't be giving acceptance speeches at any big awards shows this winter. But there is one person I'd like to thank for working so hard on making the dream a reality. For allowing me the opportunity to fill her hot mouth with something as white as the blowing snow.

Afterwards she got out and looked while I sat in the backseat and gave a few little test thrusts. Yes, my car was definitely bouncing up and down on Grafton Street, right in the middle of downtown Charlottetown.

--The Tuesday Twins #10.

I'm enjoying the breast photos I've been getting in the email. Just a reminder to keep it real. Try if you can to work the words "Hot Action" in there somewhere. It's the true nature of the fan-sign. This way everyone knows that we're not just ripping off a porn site somewhere.

Plus I just like it when you do something special for me. It puts a smile on your boy's face.

A bunch of people have emailed to say they think "Ass Wednesday" would be a good feature to have on the site. Y'know what would make all those emails more convincing? JPEG attachments.

click for the twins

I think this picture is a fucking classic. The accessories, the pose, the exposure (pardon the pun). I love it.

One of my turn-ons is when I'm fully clothed and I'm hanging out with a woman who's fully naked.

Maybe it plays into some kind of power-dynamic. As if she's been sent to me specifically to be my personal sexual pleasure machine, mine to do with as I please. I don't know what the reason is but it makes me hot.

Do you think you have what it takes to be my seductress, my temptress, my little angel-whore?

What are you doing? Get away from me. Can't you see I'm a busy man? I've got a lot of work to do here.

I said, stop it.

You tramp... Get up from there. Is that all you can think about? Getting my cock in your mouth?

Getting my cock into your horny, wet pussy?

Oh I see how it is. Making me loosen my belt, unzip my fly, just to try to find some relief from this throbbing in my pants.

You're really asking for it, aren't you?

This is all your fault. Stop looking at me like that. Stop touching yourself... No, I'm not going to watch. Stop it right now.

If I have to take this belt off, you're going to be in big trouble.

Posted by philip at 01:50 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)

Hey hey hey, what day is it? Time for The Tuesday Twins #8 and #9.

This photo makes me dizzy. I have no idea who these women are, but I sure wouldn't mind waking up one winter morning to find my face lovingly snuggled between "the girls."

Their blog is an enjoyable read: http://theslipshodpetticoats.blogspot.com.

I have a secret mental wishlist of poses that have yet to appear on a Tuesday. I'd been hoping someone would send me a hot bra pic.

I get so turned on by women in bras. I'm a pervert who checks out bralog. I like a natural pair in a hot package.

Lacy bras. Camisoles. Hard nipples poking through too-tight t-shirts.

I'm a fan of every style of bra from sporty to seductive; although I must say, you can never go wrong with black lace and satin.

Next time we get together I'm probably going to make you leave it on. Having sex with a woman who's still wearing a bra feels somehow illicit. And therefore dirty, and therefore hot.

My favourite position for fucking a woman in a bra is doggy-style.

I love to run my fingers along the lines of your bra strap. I love sliding my hand under the strap to squeeze your shoulder, scratch your back.

Looking at the clasp and knowing I have the power to undo it whenever I feel like it. And choosing not to.

Saving up that exciting moment when the clasp finally comes undone and you are released, now fully revealed in your nakedness.

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Hey by the way... I think your friend is pretty hot.

I think I'd really like to take her from behind.

No, leave the bra on.

I want you with your hand on her ass and your other hand on my cock, as you guide me inside.

Bite my shoulder. Kiss my neck.

I want your voice, low and sexy in my ear, telling me exactly what you want to see me do to her.

I slip my hand around your waist and pull you close.

Grind your body against me. God, you turn me on.

Feel how I move. Move with me.

As I do exactly what you tell me to do.

Posted by philip at 10:11 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Have you ever logged onto a dating site with the sole objective of looking at profiles and making fun of them? If so... you could be the one I am looking for!

Maybe I'm just not much of a people-person. It's actually the boring sameness of online personals that makes me roll my eyes. (The immortal quote from Repo Man: "Look at those assholes. Ordinary fuckin' people. I hate 'em.")

But once in a while you come across something that's pure gold. I remember the first time I decided to check out some of the men's profiles. Holy shit! Men are stupid. It was quite a revelation.

So I've started a new website. It's based on my travels around lavalife.com.

http://youcouldbetheone.blogspot.com

If you find any profiles that are unintentionally entertaining feel free to send them in. I'm particularly interested in:
- borderline psychos
- awkward spelling blunders
- fashion disasters
- painful pretense
- any variation on "i could be the one you are looking for"
- pizza, red wine and a game of pool all in the same profile (a Lavalife hat trick)
- dudes with no shirt on

Yes I realize these are all real people with hopes and dreams just like the rest of us. Youcouldbetheone is intended as an exercise in heartlessness and cruelty.

Enjoy!

Posted by philip at 08:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)

The Tuesday Twins #6.

This picture showed up in my inbox with the title "pussies&titties."

I love it. It's as if the entire photo is written in some kind of sexual code.

A seductive pose, a provocative pussy, and a guitar in the background to testify to the power of rock'n'roll. When you decipher it all the actual meaning is "Philip has an erection."

There's a detail that escaped my notice at first glance but if you zoom right in you can see it...

[click for pussies&titties]

[But what I want to know is... can your pussy do the dog.]

What do I see? Your head thrown back, breasts thrust forward, back arched...

I see dark hair that's the perfect length to pull. I can imagine that your head is tilted back because I've got a handful of your hair.

I'm pulling your head back in order to kiss your neck, bite your shoulders, lick those perfect perky breasts.

I can't help but think that the chair in the background would look so much better with you down on your knees, draped across it.

And the ass... Am I going to have to start a whole new feature on this website? "Ass Wednesday"?

When I look at this photo, I see a horny little ass that's just crying out for some attention. I want to see that ass sticking up in the air for me.

If I spank you it's because you're not sticking it up high enough.

If I spank you it's because I like the sounds you make. If I spank you it's for the pure enjoyment of knowing I don't need a reason.

If I spank you it's because I like the way you look right now. Sprawled out across the chair, lying on top of your hands, moaning as you squeeze your own breasts.

The smell of your pussy makes me dizzy. All I can think about is hot wet you are and how good it will feel to penetrate you. I can't wait to put my hands on your body and pull you back onto me.

Your reddened ass grinds the air in a slow wave and beckons my cock.

I see your horny hand sliding down and between your legs. I grab your arm and pull it away. No one said you were allowed to touch yourself down there.

I don't want you to touch yourself until I'm fucking you. Until I'm inside you.

All the way inside.

Posted by philip at 11:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Feb. 6 2006
Sometimes my dreams are like a pornographic movie theater of the mind.

I dreamed I was hanging out with a certain lady... We'd been at a bar but we left to go outside. We were sitting beside a building underneath the fire escape.

We were touching each other, light touches. I ran my fingers through her hair. She stroked my thigh, squeezed it.

We were totally hot for each other. It seemed as though we were hidden enough from the street that probably not many people passing by would be able to see us. Without warning she whipped off her t-shirt. All she was wearing underneath was a thin little tank top.

I took her waist in my hands and pulled her close to me, lifted up her top and started licking and sucking her breasts. Then we were naked, she was lying on her back and I was licking her pussy. She was moaning and writhing all around. We were on a couch that had just somehow appeared underneath this fire escape.

Finally we just had to get out of there. We decided to head back to her place.

No sooner had we gotten all our clothes back on, than her friend popped out from around the corner. "Hi guys! Whatcha doin'?"

Her friend proceeded to sit down on the couch with us and start making all kinds of casual small talk.

Meanwhile, our legs were shaking because we wanted to fuck so bad.

--
Not all of my dreams are dirty, but a lot of them are, and you can read about them all at http://deathhotel.com.

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11 Once she has fallen in love with me, she may murder her husband and, having taken possession of his goods, we shall live together in luxury.

United by the affection born of their relations, they league together to kill her husband, attacking him treacherously with a stick. Having accomplished this they seize his goods. Either she or I will kill the rest of the family. We can then benefit from everything we have realized, without anything appearing illegal.

--
The Kama Sutra is a fucking sexy book.

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The Tuesday Beautiful Breasts #6.

She emailed me to say that I could post the photo, but I'm not allowed to refer to her breasts as "the twins." She just doesn't care for that expression.

I like it fine myself. Maybe it's just me and my delicate sensibilities, but I believe "the Tuesday Twins" sounds better than "the Tuesday Titties."

I also like it when women refer to their breasts as "the girls," as in "The girls say hello." But again, that's just me.

In any case here are the Tuesday Beautiful Breasts.

click for the Beautiful Breasts

This is a frame from a video I shot. (The video is playing in the background as I type this. I keep having to stop typing to "adjust myself.")

Two tall, horny people in the back seat of a European car. I think she and I would agree that there was an element of physical awkwardness in this encounter. But we were determined to make the most of our limited options.

She's sprawled out on her back and I'm sort of straddling her. She's got one hand on my cock and the other on her pussy.

I'm holding the video camera (night vision, sepia tone) and with my free hand I'm pulling her hair, squeezing her shoulder, caressing her breasts. I'm paying a lot of attention to her breasts. Under the circumstances, how could I not?

I love it when a woman uses her hands to please both of us at once. So hot. Drives me crazy.

This video confirms my suspicion that I'm really not aware what comes out of my mouth when I'm letting myself go. Hearing this actually surprises me a little. I guess I get right into it. Talking dirty, urging her on. Come on. Fuck that wet pussy. Fuck it hard.

Her sex noises are so fucking sexy. Everyone knows I think dirty talking is hot but this is something different. I don't know if I can describe it since it comes from a place beyond words.

The yearning and the energy of lust, as she rides on the edge of abandon.

We reach the point where I know I'm going to come. I won't be able to control myself any longer. I'm going to have to explode all over those breasts. At this point my talk and her cries converge on a place of minimum articulation.

"So... wet..."

"Do it... do it..."

As luck would have it the batteries on my camera run out two minutes before I come. So now I have to relive that moment in a live action replay, as it were.

I can't wait until you come out to the country and we can do it all over, only with the benefit of lots of room to maneuver.

I want to start over right from this scene. Right where we left off.

This time I'll put the camera on a tripod or something. I'll need both hands free so I can pin your shoulders to the bed, wrestling you, holding you down.

This time, you won't be using your hands on us. Your hands will be free to scratch my back, or grab my ass, urging me inside you.

Your legs will be spread wide open. The luxury of space.

Maybe I'll turn you on your side. Hug your thigh to my chest as I slide it in.

No more grainy night vision. We're going to do it in the afternoon. Imagine the luxury of sunlight filtering in through country windows on our sweaty naked bodies.

No neighbours. No one to hear us. And all the time in the world.

I'll take my time. Make the most of the space.

Fucking you slow and deep.

Pulling my cock almost all the way out, before I slam it back into you.

Posted by philip at 12:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

It's a beautiful afternoon. I can't believe how nice it is. I just had to go out on my front lawn and greet the day wearing nothing but a camera and a pair of sunglasses.

How's that for sexy. Yes: I fully believe that some of you who read this site are such total horn-puppies, that you will become aroused by nothing more than the thought of a pleasant breeze playing around my bare feet and my naked thighs.

Ladies, I have heard your complaints about the lack of sensible footwear in pornographic imagery. I am eager to respond. Excuse me while I duck into the house for a moment.

Speaking of breeze... I want you down on your knees. Ever been to sea, Billy? --No, but I've been blown ashore many a time.

If you've ever gone down on a man who's completely nude except for a pair of rubber boots chances are you'd be at home in the Maritimes. We're not much for glamour and prissiness around Gaspereau Forks. Indeed, I have been heard to say that my type of woman is one who is not afraid to get down and dirty in the mud.

On this gorgeous afternoon, as you gaze up at me with your lovely lips wrapped around my cock, you might be given to wonder what sweet sensual thoughts must be running through this man's head.

There are some distinct advantages to living out in the middle of nowhere. We're going to celebrate the situation right now with a fiery February fuck right on my front lawn.

Down on your back. In the sunlight the grass is warm and wet. The odd patch of thawing ice might cause you to give a little yelp, but you can take it.

My muddy hands push your thighs apart. I've got something for you that the sun can't melt.

I clasp your wrists together up above your head. Pull your hair as I take you.

Some dirty lovin' for my dirty girl.

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