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Yeah. I'm just posting because I made this flyer, and I'm pretty pleased with it.

Halloween 2008. I'll be throwing down in Saint John at the Sunstar as 1/2 of the gnarly DJ dancefloor destruction duo, Evilmp3.

I haven't written much because I've been on the road constantly, doing what I do. Tonight I drove to Halifax and played an A/V show at a private party for the Pop Explosion, and then I did what I did, and now it's 5am and I'm sitting in my car on Creighton Street just about to drive 400km chasing my sunrise shadow all the way back to New Brunswick. I'm feeling good right now! I just hope there's enough juice left in my iPod to listen to the new Black Ghosts CD before the music dies. I'll catch up with you tonight in Saint John. I think I'm gonna try to dress up as Yelle. You'll want to check it out because the beats will be slammin', plus I make a hot girl.

I'm a road warrior! Trouble never sleeps!

Posted by philip at 04:55 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

I still have your house key. I know I said I'd give it back a long time ago. But I've decided to hang onto it for a little bit longer.

I want you to think about the possibility that one of these nights I'll show up at your house unannounced. I'll slide the key into the lock and let myself in your front door. Step silently up the hallway.

Your bedroom door eases open and closes behind me. I pause there for just a moment, hidden in the darkness. You're half-asleep and you can't see me. But you know who it is as soon as you feel the weight of my body on top of you, feel me pinning you down on the bed.

My hand clamps over your mouth. You can hear my breathing, my voice in your ear: Don't you dare make a sound...

You feel my other hand pushing up between your legs. You're already soaking wet; have you been thinking about me?

In the darkness, the clink of my belt buckle as I unbutton my pants, unzip my fly.

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I'm not going to post an mp3 today. I want you to pick out the soundtrack.

Put on something nice for me.

Posted by philip at 12:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Featuring a special breast appearance by The Chauffeur, who sends along this true story, along with a dramatic photographic recreation:

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You gave me your load on my tits then promptly went to the bathroom to wash up. I licked off as much as I could and brought the rest to my mouth with my fingers, grateful for what you'd given me. I realized you probably wouldn't allow me to finish myself off. I knew I didn't have much time before your return, so I reached down and began kneading my pussy over my stockings. It wasn't going to work fast enough, I needed skin to skin contact, I jumped too the kitchen sink to wash your cum off my hands. Leaning against the counter, I shove my hands inside my underwear. You came out of the bathroom...my tits covered in the remains of your cum still hanging out of my top and my hands down my stockings.

clicky

Stop that...go get cleaned up.

But I haven't cum, I need to cum.

I don't care go get cleaned up.

There is hope that if I am good and do as you say now, that you will reward me with more, more demands, more cum, more of you, or maybe permission to cum. You tell me you are going to sleep...not knowing how you will react I walk past the door toward you and I say no. You grab my throat firm, I have a jolt of excitement...I want to push you further but you need to sleep for your long drive tomorrow, and I don't want to loose any chance that you will reward me in the morning for being good. I take my horny pussy to the couch and lay awake as the smell of your cock lingers in my nose, the feeling of your hot cum hitting my skin lingers on my breasts...but as much as I want to feel the rush of release, I refrain from touching myself because I was not permitted.
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Chauffeur, you're an intelligent woman. I'm sure you know the difference between "to" and "too" and "lose" and "loose." So I must conclude that either you didn't care enough about this assignment to pay close attention to your spelling, or else you're deliberately trying to provoke me into punishing you for trying to drag down the quality of my website with these silly typos of yours. I think ten smacks on the ass per error is a fair punishment, promise me you'll proofread next time, ok?

Other than that you did a real good job, tiger. I'm going to reward you with an mp3. You don't know it yet but this is your new favourite jam.
xo philip.

~ Le Castle Vania - Tigertron (Toxic Avenger Remix) [mp3]

Posted by philip at 11:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

~ Before I type anything else, check this out, an anonymous lady just posted this link in the shoutbox: Leia's Metal Bikini Dot Com. This is rad. There are several photo galleries of women sporting full-on slave-Leia stylings, and I must say, some of them are looking quite foxable. If you decide to wear this costume for Hallowe'en be sure to come out to Gaspereau Forks and knock on my door. I'll be dressed up as your evil alien slave-master oppressor.

~ OK, I just finished doing this thing I like to do, which is when I run up and down the stairs of my house while listening to "I Against I" by the Bad Brains. After fighting off a cold for the last few days I'd been feeling like a bit of a slug... I hadn't gotten any exercise all weekend, unless you count jerking off, which in this case, I do not.

I think there is such a thing as good jerking off and bad jerking off. Good jerking off is what happens right after you've had sex with someone really hot and you wake up the next day and you're tortured by the overwhelming rush of erectile memories, and you come with a huge crash before you can even get out of bed, and all day long you're daydreaming about this certain someone and the testosterone in your system gushes and surges like the waterfall of chocolate sauce that flows freely over the snow-white mountains of ice cream in the beautiful land of Dairy Queen.

Whereas bad jerking off is more like when you're too lazy to get out of your chair and go do something productive, because it's easier to just look at a bunch of porn on your computer and get yourself off over and over looking at the breasts of pretty Eastern European girls, and after a while it gets to the point where you're nothing but a half-dazed cum-machine facing down the law of diminishing returns. Make no mistake, it still feels good but you don't exactly feel like you're doing anything to Advance The Cause.

So I guess you could say I had a spate of bad jerking off on the weekend, I'm a bad boy. But today I'm feeling pretty good.

~ Bad Brains - Re-Ignition [mp3]

Posted by philip at 11:48 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Here's what's coming up this week on Hot Action.

- I'm home until Friday and all I intend to do this week is work on music, paint the house, and write on hotaction.ca. So if you notice that the webcam chat is live, please say hello. Write something to entertain me. I am after all a guy who lives alone in the middle of the woods.

- The Chauffeur left a such a sweet comment on this entry that I invited her to write a guest post for me. She obliged and emailed me some sexy photos to accompany her words. I'm going to post it all tomorrow. I think you'll like it.

- I recently created a profile on Plentyoftits, oops I mean Plentyoffish.com. Awesome. Ninety percent of the women on the site are completely illiterate. It's really quite something. Anyway, we'll see what's up with that.

"i we r fun people ..live life to the max love to meet new people and make freinds,,,we r not here to play head games or hurt others it all in the name of fun ok so (we r a couple) married lol yes have a pic but this to public so have to be trusted first lol hubby is not bi just into lots of fun"

- I'm probably going to write a rant about how men are stuuuupid. A couple days ago I made yet another enemy out of someone's ex-boyfriend. He's probably checking this site right now. Hi, yes the rumours are true, yes you want to punch me in the face. Take a number get in line.

I don't take any pleasure from making dudes jealous, but could you imagine if I were to embrace that role? I could declare all-out war on men. Shock and awe. Collateral damage. I'd be the George W. Bush of sexblogging.

- Sure, I'll also post a couple of salacious tales of nasty encounters because I know that a bunch of you ladies only ever visit this site when you're looking for wank material.

- Are you enjoying the musical selections I've been posting lately? I like sharing music. I confess I've been following more mp3 blogs than sexblogs lately. The scene is so much fresher. Plus whatever I do, the music is always there.

Afterwards as we lay on the couch with our limbs all entwined Joanna Newsom came on the iTunes. Joanna Newsom is this little elf of the forest who seems to follow me everywhere I go lately.

It's much better than ten years ago when Ani Difranco followed me everywhere I went but not as good as five years ago when Portishead followed me everywhere I went.

listen: Portishead - Glory Box [mp3]

Posted by philip at 01:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Oh fuck, I'm trying to write some god damn pornography, some filthy smut, some hot sexblog action, and my head feels so thick I can hardly concentrate. I just want to turn on a tap and drain all the goo out of my head.

Duh. I haven't had a cold in years and I'd forgotten about just how much it can slow down the workings of the human brain. Why is that, anyway. How does that even work?

I crave chaos as curative. Does anyone out there still like Moss Icon? Listen to this song and picture me acting it out in the parlour of my house.

Better still, picture yourself as a hot girl who's really into Moss Icon, and you're naked, and the two of us are acting out this song in the parlour of my house with pillows and furniture and a bunch of pots and pans and it turns into a music video of raw sweaty lust where I'm pinning you down on the carpet and pounding your pussy while we take turns slapping each other across the face.

download: Moss Icon - I'm Back Sleeping Or Fucking Or Something [mp3]

--Download this quick because as soon as I get my groove back I'm probably going to delete this bullshit post.

Posted by philip at 07:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)