A wonderful woman who writes under the name Lex Valentine is writing a book where I have a starring role. She posted an intro and excerpt over on her blog and I hope she won’t be mad at me for doing the old copy and paste routine since I am linking to her.
What I did was create a scene with the three main characters from a book that is only plotted and has no title. In fact, this is the first scene I’ve written for it. The book is one of the Twisted Tales and it’s a twist on Rapunzel starring a twisted version of my friend Becky from Midnight Cliff. If you don’t know Becky you should visit her blog because you are in for a treat. She goes by hellohahanarf across the blogosphere and she’s very flirty and fun. She does Half-Naked Thursday and shows off her boobs including nipples. She has great boobs too.
Anyway, here’s the flirty scene I wrote:
Becks leaned over the sink cleaning the beer glasses meticulously, oblivious to the sway of her unbound breasts in the thin t-shirt. Her long red corkscrew curls spilled over her shoulders and one curl wound around the nub of her nipple where it pressed against her shirt. Simon cocked an eyebrow up at Bas, asking silently, “Should I?” Bas shrugged and went back to watching the mesmerizing movements of Becks’ chest.
With a wicked grin, Simon got up from his stool and walked around the end of the counter. He caught the glint in Bas’ eyes as his best friend noticed the erection that strained the front of Simon’s jeans. Long strides made short work of the galley kitchen’s narrow aisle. As Simon reached Becks, he turned sideways, pressing his hard cock against her ass as if he was trying to squeeze by her.
Her head turned as she looked up from the shiny beer glasses. “What’s that?” she asked in a husky amused tone.
Simon grinned and wrapped his long arms around her, his fingers unerringly finding the stiff nipples that he and Bas loved so well. He ground his hips against her again, rubbing his cock suggestively against her ass. “It’s my dick,” he murmured. “I can’t believe you’ve forgotten it so soon.”
A snort escaped Becks. “Not that. I know your cock when I feel it. I just wondered why it’s on my ass.”
Simon leered at Bas, who was fighting to hold in his laughter. “I just wanted to put my cock on you, that’s all,” he said simply.
Wow. I can’t wait to read what happens next. Sounds smoking hot. Thanks, Lex, for taking such great care of me!
Wouldn’t you know I had photos from late last summer that I thought of when I was reading that little teaser from Lex. Although the above image was to be this week’s HNT, here’s another shot…
And one more since Lex had to go and mention nipples.
If you would like more HNT fun, head over to see the comments where it all started. Be sure to say hi to Os!
Last week when I was in Atlanta it just so happened to be my favorite show of the year. Spectacular people, good food, great drinks. Combine all of that and it is the prime environment for HNT.
The photo above totally counts for HNT because that is what we were thinking. The one below doesn’t exactly count, but I wanted to post it anyhow. My blog. Therefore would seem that I can do whatever I want. Actually, I may have told him after the fact that his ass would wind up on the internet. 
Woot! 
(Yes, I know the auto date on T’s camera is fucked up. She now knows it as well!)
For more HNT fun, head over to where it all started. Click on the comments for other participants!
I just realized that I skipped two weeks of HNT. Woops. With so much going on, with the running so hard, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that something had to give. Just wish it weren’t my brain!
In Atlanta on Sunday night I was sitting with a group full of people when I overheard my dear friend Kurt…errrr, I mean Boris…talking on his cell phone and telling someone that it was a sausage fest at the hospitality suite we were in. Now I realize a lot of folks think of me as one of the guys and all, and normally I appreciate that, but dammit I don’t have a sausage! To prove the point I grabbed the top of my tank top and yanked it down, showing an exaggerated view of my cleavage. I may or may not have jiggled my boobs at that point. And at several other points in time.
The next day on the trade show floor I was talking with Boris & T about the night before. Boris perked up and exclaimed, “I saw boobies!” Then he realized he only really saw more cleavage than usual and started to drag a bit. It was then that I giggled saying he had already seen nipple because we have been nakey in the same hot tub (no touching!) and that he has seen my breasts on my blog. He perked up again so I promised to post nipples for him as soon as I got the chance.
Today is my chance. These are for Boris, not forsythia. (hehe. That was bad, I know. Sue me.)
Same breast and forsythia…which do you prefer? 
Here, enjoy more images, Kurtie!
Same breast, slightly different angle. Which of these is better? 
After work on Thursday I leave for Kentucky and the Maker’s Mark Mile. Last year we took photos that eventually became my first Half Naked Thursday. Who knows what will happen this year. Only thing I know is that it will be fun!
As you could tell from the posts of the last two days, I had a damn good time at the High Holy Day’s parade and after party. Love me some St. Patrick’s Day. Also love this blog. So of course I had to combine the two.
At the Harp & Fiddle after the parade I was enjoying conversation with my cousin’s friend when he lifted up his green shirt ever so slightly so that we could see that he was wearing green underwear. (Yum!) The small section of his side and belly looked incredibly good so I told him about how I participate in Half Nekkid Thursdays. He is oh so not shy and agreed to pose for a few photos. Thanks, Luke!
I love this tease.
How about showin me that you Believe, Luke. 
I think this might be a great photo.
Maybe if I make the photo larger I’ll be able to properly analyze the picture.
Sorry, can’t think…just drooling. This post is done. If you want to see what others are showing off this fine Thursday, check out the comments over where it all started. HERE.
A dear friend of mine, you have seen him in my comments as Donnie, is a good, hardworking man who is always in my corner with a supportive word. My life is better because he is in it. We met because our companies do business together and quickly became friends. He is a good dood.
Just so happens that Donnie was born on this day many moons ago. I racked my brain to think of a good gift for him and then it hit me…his birthday falls on a Thursday so gift him with my rack.
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Happy, happy birthday, Donnie Van Donnie. You are loved. And appreciated.
(For more HNT fun, head over to where it all started!)
I went to Chicago last weekend. Many stories are still in need of being posted here, but dammit, I have been busy. And tired.
However while I was hanging out with Crystal at a cool Irish bar I asked the guy next to us to take a picture of me and Crys as I was about to drink my first Cosmo. Turns out he was from Baltimore and along on business so of Course Crys and I drug him around to a few bars with us. Nice guy. Who made out with some crazy lady (woops, getting ahead into stories…sorry!).
So nice guy from Baltimore wasn’t familiar with blogs. Crys gave him the run down which somehow led to the words “Half Nekkid Thursday” being discussed. He didn’t get it. I explained it can be all about exposure and doesn’t have to be all about sex. Which led to him posing for my camera, showing me one of my favorite parts of a man’s body…
There ya have it, yet another stranger enjoying and participating in our Thursday fun.
Happy HNT. For the full list of others participating, check out the comments over at Osbasso’s.
A while ago a friend asked if she could use my site to post a photo of her for HNT. Knowing what she does for a living and how there is no way she could post such a photo on her blog, of course I offered up this little slice of the internet. I promised that her name was a secret and safe with me. She sent me a lovely photo and it was thrilling to post it for her. We both had fun with it.
So I threw out an offer for any and everyone to send me photos to post anonymously. And another fun woman stepped up last Thursday. She approached me about anonymity, which of course I promised. Wasn’t long at all until my inbox had another email which contained these:
(This one is my favorite.) 
Pretty damn wonderful of this anon guest to send more than one image! Thanks, pretty lady. You are welcome here anytime.
Anyone else wanna take a walk on the HNT side? Email me!
And of course, for more HNT exhibitionists, check out the comments over at Osbasso’s place!
A little while ago I told you about a dear friend who is adventurous enough to allow me to talk him into all kinds of insane antics. One such little escapade just so happened to be a “manscaping” for free so that the woman who does my Brazilian could get experience on men. Oh yeah, he agreed.
Friday he drank lots of tequila. Saturday morning he woke up early and started with a strong Bloody Mary or twelve. I drove us to the spa (while he would get the hair ripped from him, I was going to take my first Pilates class).
We both survived!
While I don’t have pictures of me trying not to die during Pilates, I do have photos from later that evening. Check out how smooth his butt became after the Bro-zilian.
Also, the Ball-zilian involved above the goods: 
Can’t believe I forgot to take photos of the actual balls! Sigh. Sorry, folks. Perhaps if you want to send me photos of your smoothly waxed balls, I would actually post em. (hint, hint) Anyhow, I really appreciate his openness…what with letting me take photos and all. Very cool.
So, if you want to see what others have posted for today’s HNT, head over to see Os and look in his comments. Enjoy!
I normally get my Brazilian wax from a young woman at a local spa / salon. Considering what she is doing, it should be no surprise that we are rather open and frank in our discussions. Last time I was there she started laughing and had to show me the video her boss got for her. “The Manzilian.” We had a good laugh about her having lots of men waxing in the near future if the box started to aggressively market the BROzilian. Considering we are in Pittsburgh, we couldn’t really imagine hordes of men lining up for BALLzilians, but there was no way to tell since she didn’t want to advertise until she had some practice. Joking, she asked if I knew any men brave enough to let her smear hot wax on their balls and then rip the hair out.
Actually, I do! A quick text to Jim seemed to intrigue him. Several more text messages flew. Next thing I know he agreed.
AGREED!!
Unfortunately I don’t have photos of that adventure because it hasn’t yet happened. This Saturday morning I have to feed him tequila for breakfast and drive him to his appointment. My friends and I are being mature and not taking bets as to whether or not he goes through with the entire procedure. Well, trying to be mature about it. Sort of failing. Yeah, totally failing.
Sooooo, no HNT smooth ball photos. Instead, I have some other photos I took back around Halloween. Yep, flashing back to Halloween. Adam’s party in Orlando was off the charts fun. Just about everyone was in costume. My camera was ready for HNT worthy shots. Although it seemed that I kept trying to get everyone to take off their shoes instead of their pants. Apparently all I wanted to do was photograph feet for HNT. Yet I hate feet. WTF?
(Turn‘s mental patient foot)
(Sarah‘s fake blood covered foot) 
(Faiqa‘s princess foot)
See, I am always thinking of yinz. Even at parties full of bloggers. xoxo
To check out more HNT fun, go over to the comments at Osbasso’s place, where it all started.
A wonderful friend can’t participate in HNT on her site for various reasons, most importantly because it would negatively impact her career. Her blog uses her real name and it simply isn’t an option to play with HNT when people often google her.
Although already beautiful, she is working hard on her body…eating right and working out…in an effort to become a MILF by 41. She thought it might be fun to do a little HNT, so I offered this little site for her exhibitionist side. Within moments of my offer, the enthusiastic reply was received loud and clear. Shortly thereafter, this photo arrived:
Hello, hot momma! Thanks for the photo. You are welcome to send me images for use on HNT as often as you desire!
For more HNT participants, check out the comments at Osbasso’s site.
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