I have honestly never tried very man conceptual photographs. i have not set up man and planned for the idea. However, I want to push myself and plan on doing much more of that.  I figured starting with this simple idea would get the ball rolling.

I want to start creating my photographs more than just finding them in the world.  I will still be taking very man photographs that do not need total creation, but hopefully I can get more precise expressions of my ideas into my art.

Pod koniec lat 70-tych pojawiło się sporo filmów, których akcja rozgrywa się w brudnych zaułkach Nowego Jorku, a ich głównymi bohaterami byli zupełni popaprańcy: wykolejeńcy życiowi, narkomani, przestępcy i brutalni policjanci. Sztandarowym filmem tego nurtu jest “Taksówkarz” Martina Scorsese z 1976 roku. Odrobinę mniej znane są niektóre filmy Briana de Palmy, Abla Ferrary czy Sidneya Lumeta. Stosunkowo najmniej znany z tego grona jest scenarzysta i reżyser James Toback i jego film “Fingers” z 1978 roku, zasługujący na zdecydowanie większą uwagę, bo to obraz nie mniej wstrząsający niż “Taksówkarz”.

Główny bohater filmu – Jimmy, rewelacyjnie zagrany przez Harveya Keitela, jest postacią nietuzinkową. Za dnia rozbija się po mieście z przenośnym radiem nastawionym na pełen regulator i ściąga długi dla swojego ojca – lokalnego gangstera, wieczorami zaś z pasją ćwiczy grę na fortepianie, by zostać sławnym muzykiem i spełnić przy okazji ambicje matki. Wieczna huśtawka emocjonalna i zawieszenie między dwoma odmiennymi światami powoli doprowadza nie do końca zrównoważonego Jimmy’ego do obłędu. Wyjątkowy obraz o przemocy, muzyce, pożądaniu, pasji i cienkiej granicy między nimi. Na tyle interesujący, że doczekał się niedawno francuskiego remake’u. Film “W rytmie serca” (oryginalny tytuł: “De battre mon cœur s’est arrêté”) Jacques Audiard’a z 2006 roku z Romain’em Duris w roli głównej, to dość wierna przeróbka “Palców” Tobacka .

by: Grzegorz Kruk 2009

Future Texting

A humorous look at current texting on mobile devices.

Possible variations:

We grow skinny thumbs
People fork long thumbnails
We wear pronged thimbles (thumbles)

Alternative Interfaces:

Mind Control – here now in early stages
Projected keyboards with IR or laser sensors
Keyers (three keys ala Steve Mann)
Scroll OLED touch screens (ScrOLED)
Guttural commands (mouth words)

What do you think?

Check out larger pictures on Flickr!

holding egg with grass at background

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woman playing with wedding ring

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The medical ward at Glovemansion has some kinky nurses, doctors, surgeons and patients! They all have one thing in common…their love for latex and surgical gloves. Whatever their *illness* or desire, the gloved ladies always get their ways at the *Happy Hospital*. From milking hard cocks with their gloved hands, to anal exams, cock and ball torture to hot nurses having sex, doctors fucking their patients, dentists playing evil games…it all happens at Glovemansion…with a good cum load all over the gloves in the end!

Well, I’m thinking that now would be the ideal time for me to start a poppin’ new blog seeing as how the world around me is topsy-turvy.   Thanksgiving Day is a two days away and then it’s all downhill to Christmastime again.  Where did my year go?  Where have my years gone?  I figure now’s a good time to stop and document what’s happening around me before it’s suddenly Christmas 2010 and I really won’t know what the hell happened to my life.  Two years closer to doomsday is also no bueno in my book.

The lovely ladies (and Tegan) located in the photograph on the upper right hand side are my friends.  Some could call them a posse, I like to think of them as my comrades.  Sometimes we meet up and have good times with a wide assortment of cheap and semi-cheap beers and other liquors.  Every other weekend I take a stand and tell myself that I’m going to stop drinking.  We’ll see when that actually happens (fingers crossed!).  I occupy my time 8 to 5, Monday through Friday sitting at a computer talking to real estate agents on the phone in Georgia.  Someday my eyes will be terrible but at least I’ll have browsed more blogs than the average man my age.  I like to think that 40% of my life is film, which is pretty much true, I just need to get busy.

That being said, this blog is here for you to read.  Time to get busy.

this one is quite random, but it turned out to be one of my favorites

as a tribute to my perfectly crooked fingers, i have decided to draw them.

my interpretation is a bit more exaggerated of course.

a drawing that reminds me of my favorite scene in Disney’s Beauty and the Beast -”Be Our Guest”, right before they came to life

Sorry I haven’t updated in a while guys. It’s the end of the trimester and I’ve been finishing up last-minute work. Sorry guys

So Thursday. I went to school nothing happened, nah, im lying. Something did happen. So i went to advisement and I’m sitting there when this girl, lets call her Sarah. Sarah comes up to me like “I heard you were talking shit about me, and I don’t play that little kid shit so next time you have something to say, say it to my face” LMFAO. Alright, so first things first, if you were being a big girl, then you would let it roll off your back even if you did hear me say something about you. Second of all, I don’t even know your name (because I didn’t at the time this occurred, because I was never talking about her). So yeah that was an interesting occurrence, high school man, gotta love it. Other than that I did nothing at school.

After school Thursday, I came home and chilled then after I went to get my nails done. I went to a place I normally don’t go because the other place was booked. So I go to this place, as soon as I walk in all the employees stare at me rudely, not asking me if I needed help or anything, bad already, I thought. Then finally the girl was like “what do you want”, I”ll type it again “what do you want”. At this point I should have bounced, but I desperately wanted my nails done. So the small Asian woman yells out “Foo-seh” (Full Set) and a short man waddles out of a curtained area. He comes up to me and we pick that I want sparkle silver tips. We sit down and he starts doing my nails everything was decent. But then at the end, I’m paying 30$, and because I’m using my credit card, they charged me 2$ (original price $28) and he asks for my Drivers licence and writes down my DL number. Odd I thought. I’m pretty sure I’m the victim of identity theft. So that owns.

Today, nothing really too great happened either I was planning to go to a talent show at my old school, but I didn’t feel like it.  Has anyone been to Starbucks lately?  Holiday is my favorite time because of specialty items, like food and drinks. They have Peppermint Mocha, Eggnog, Gingerbread, and, heres the kicker, Caramel Brulee. They’re all delicious. Especially if you get a Caramel Brulee CREME frapaccino. Also, the best part ever CRANBERRY BLISS BARS! Yum Yum Yum. I advise you go get them. I’ve been eating pretty healthy lately, granola in the morning, usually a sandwich or soup at lunch, then a  hard boiled egg or baked sweet potato for dinner. I’ve been looking weight, visibly. It’s awesome. On Monday there’s a job fair at my school, it claims to host the “Top Companies College Students Want To Work For”, so I’m gonna hit that up and see what companies are there, I guess.

Rant & Rave.

So, here goes. I talked to him more. I’m having a really hard time avoiding talking to him, I just can’t do it. Yesterday I asked him did he still love me, and he said “No. Sorry”. This coming from a guy who never calls me by my name but instead “princess, baby, honey”…from a guy who tells me he loves me innumerable times. And he said “No. Sorry” And them my world came crashing down. Good thing we were texting or else it would have been too hard for me.  I was crying a lot, and I took a shower. I went to sleep. Then today, I talked to him and he said that he most likely won’t ever call me and if it is it will be in 2-4 months,  he said he for sure never wants to be in a relationship again, and I need to give him his space. Another thing, when we were dating, he told me his past 2 girlfriends he broke up with both of them. And he had the nerve to tell me he has been in my place before, and I said “No you haven’t because you told me you break up with all your girlfriends, so I guess it’s a pattern”, and he says “Fuck You”. Then I knew he was really serious, he hates me. I don’t know what else to do…I guess I’ll just cut my fingers off, cause I feel like thats the only way I won’t dial his number.

Right hand photo of Lyndon Johnson - the 36th US president.

President Lyndon Johnson: right hand waving photo Presidential Palm Reading: the Lyndon Johnson ‘hand-file’! • President: 1963-1969; • Dexterity: right handed; • Hand type: square palm shape; • Fingers: normal finger length, short index finger, long ring finger, long pinky.

In april ‘09 TIME magazine presented a photo essay on the hands of the last 9 US presidents; US palmist Robin Gile was asked to present his palm reading for each president. Without knowing that it was Lyndon Johnson’s hand, this is how Robin Gile described Johnson’s hand:

“The Charisma of a Performer”

“There’s a line that rises from the palm to the ring finger, which shows we’re talking about someone with the charisma of a performer, “ says Robin Gile, co-author of The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Palmistry. “He’s generous. I also see he’s stubborn, in a very passive-aggressive way. Decisions may not have been his strong suit. He didn’t have great mental discipline, he followed the course of least resistance. Overall, more a performer than a leader, I would say.”

MORE DETAILS AVAILABLE AT:

• The hands of the 36th US president: Lyndon Johnson!
• The hands of the last 10 US presidents!
• How to recognize the hand of a US president?
• FINGER RESEARCH – Finger length ratio linked with financial risks!’

A presidential ‘facebook’:

text©2009, Raj Arumugam; pictures: wikipedia

overture

ten fingers
and toes I have
and mostly
for the sake of body peace
I keep them limbs apart

introductions

may I introduce my toes, please:
say ‘hi’ to hallux
and blow a kiss to index toe
and middle toe
and the fourth toe and
say ‘hi baby’ to Pinky Toe

and because I treat
toe and finger all the same,
may I introduce my fingers;
you may shake them all together at once:
thumb, forefinger, middle finger,
ring finger and pinky

the conflict

‘hey, you smelly
fatty midgets!’
holler my fingers
down across to the ground
(and they all even
combine
to prop up the middle finger in
oh, an unmentionable rude, rude sign)

and so my fingers continue:
‘you ten underlings!
you ought to be so ashamed of yourselves
you should cover your heads
in rough cloth!
you yellow scoundrels!’

and my toes
are of course
offended,
and though meek and mild -
provoked, they kick at the chairs
and find too late it’s all quite futile
for the pain that brings
antagonizes the brain;
and unable to reach the fists
the only thing they can do
is to senselessly kick the butt
and so they have many enemies
that prefer to keep them down under

and that’s why I keep my proud fingers
and my low-esteem toes
limbs apart;
and so much do my toes suffer
from insecurity
and rejection and shyness
I keep them covered
for as long as I can in the day
and keep them concealed
below blanket and quilt
even at nights

resolution

as for my fingers,
there is truly no punishment I can mete out
to these rude and aggressive fellows
for when I really look at them
they are absolutely slim and debonair
and tall and elegant
and quite skilled
and so they probably have every right to be proud
and to occasionally lift the middle finger

now, really, can you blame them?

Vanilla Twilight
Tuning: Standard EADGBe
Tabbed by: JJ..

yeah, my first tab, try this one...it can be played by two guitars, one leads, and
the other is the rythm,
just some tip, try listening for the note changes in the piano
part on how he changes from chord to chord,that's where you can base your strumming pattern...

Chords:
C    : x32010
G    : 3x0033
Am   : x02210
F    : 133211
Dm   : xx0231
G#/Am: 4x2210
F#/G : 2x0233
F7   : 133241
D    : xx0232
A    : x02220
Em   : 022033

C              G
The stars lean down to kiss you,
Am              F
And I lie awake and miss you,
C         G              Am            F
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.
C                   G
Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly,
Am                 F
But I'll miss your arms around me
C           G                    Dm
I'll send a postcard to you dear,
             F
Cause I wish you were here.

C G Am F C G Dm F x2 (Play this along with the tabs below)

GUITAR  2

e|-----7-9-----7---11/12-11---9-7--|-----7-9--7--10/11--9p7------------|
B|-7-9-----7-9---9-----------------|-7-9--------------------9----------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------|

e|-------7-9------7---11/12-11---9-7--|-----7-9--7--10/11---7-9-----7--|
B|-6/7-9-----7-9----9-----------------|-7-9----------------9---9--7----|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------|

C           G
I watch the night turn light blue,
Am                    F
But it's not the same without you,
C                G              Dm       F
Because it takes two to whisper quietly,
C                G
The silence isn't so bad,
Am                     F
Till I look at my hands and feel sad,
C                G
Cause the spaces between my fingers
Dm                         F
Are right where yours fit perfectly.
C         G
I'll find repose in new ways,
Am               F
Though I haven't slept in two days,
C          G                Dm             F
Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.
C               G
But drenched in Vanilla twilight,
Am              F
I'll sit on the front porch all night,
C             G               Dm
Waist deep in thought because when I think of you.
F                     F C G
I don't feel so alone.
G                     Dm C F
I don't feel so alone.
G                     Dm C F
I don't feel so alone.
Am           G#/Am      G     F#/G     F      F7
As many times as I blink I'll think of you... tonight.
Em F G x4
I'll think of you tonight.

*KEY CHANGE*
D           A
When violet eyes get brighter,
Bm           G
And heavy wings grow lighter,
D              A            Em         G
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again.
D                   A
And I'll forget the world that I knew,
Bm                  G
But I swear I won't forget you,
D        A                     Em                 G
Oh if my voice could reach back through the past,
A
I'd whisper in your ear,
A
Oh darling I wish you were here.

D A Bm G D A Em G x4 until end including the GUITAR 2 part...

figure out for yourselves how to make transitions for sound effects XD

enjoy, and oh! thanks for Bob N. for the chords...

two days ago marked two months since the day of my accident. people have asked me if the time has flown by. in a way it has, but it also seems like that day was so long ago. isn’t that how it always is? time does seem to move a lot faster when life isn’t all consumed the way mine used to be. i feel like a kid on summer vacation. yet so much has happened in the past two months, i feel like that day was a year ago. i guess it is good to report that my days are not dragging along. but the 17th of the month always seems a little longer.

the past month has thankfully been a little quieter. more physical therapy, no surgery. it’s strange looking back on the challenges from the past two months. the day of my wreck. losing one finger. the week at the hospital. living with my hand attached to my hip. losing another finger. going home to heal. getting acquainted with a new hand. teaching that new hand old tricks…and those are only physical challenges. there have been several mornings i have woke up to look at my hand, only to realize that my fingers are not coming back, and the challenges are not going away. when i dream, i have two whole, healthy hands. i guess there’s a part of me that is under the impression that my body is just going through a phase, like a fractured wrist, and i will heal and go back to the way things were.

i’m slowly learning to see my hand as my hand. i know one day it will feel natural and all, but i also know i’ll look back on this moment and be glad i left it behind. the past two months have been a sequence of events i never want to live again. i never want to go back to the days i had my flap. i never want to go back to the day i saw my hand in the mirror for the first time. i’m sure i will not want to go back to this moment, but i’ve learned we must live in the difficult moments we are in until we can look back and see how far we’ve come.

In no particular order:

1. Hiding from the paparazzi.

2. HIGH FIVE!

3. Hands in the air at a gig.

4. ‘there were THIS many!’

5. I dunno, but I’m loving the freaky grin here.

First let me apologize for not coming back online when I said I would. I wish I had an excusable reason for not, but for those of you following me on Gatorpeeps and Twitter, you already know I do not have an excuse. I was catching up on lost days. Suzy was in a feeding frenzy and could not be denied. Five weeks without IT almost killed my ladyies. Come to think, sex is a damn good excuse! I withdraw my apology.

Now that we are done with that, let’s play catch up. During my weeks of enforced hibernation I have come to appreciate certain things I took for granted before. Number one is my dildo aka The John Thomas alias JOHNNNNNY. Johnny and I have become best buddies. Suzy and he have taken their intimate acquaintance a hundred steps further and if not that it would be incestuous, I would have called them twins.

The second thing is my hand, especially my right hand (yep, I’m right handed). All those days and nights when I was so aroused that I could not wait to undress Johnny, my right hand fingers have come in very handy (excuse the atrocious pun). Those fingers have braved and delved into every nook and cranny known to man in my body. They have rubbed and massaged and kneaded my gals constantly and incessantly till they (my fings) grew calluses in the process.

I don’t know how I would have survived those long days and even looonger nights without these two. I’m not exaggerating when I say I came close to either being certified or incarcerated. I was mentally raping every man I laid eyes on. You know that thing men do when they meet a naturally or surgically endowed woman and their eye level hits a stop sign just below the neck? Well, my eyes never went above the belt and the object of my fascination didn’t have to be endowed in any way. All it had to be was a male organ.

Then I moved on to women. What did I obsess about on their bodies? – The lips! I would stare for long moments imagining those upper lips clamped on my lower lips. Yeah, it was that bad. If there’s anything I’ve learnt these past days it’s that I am definitely not cut out for celibacy! Sex to me is as necessary as oxygen.

So today’s post goes to these two selfless individuals who gave their all and asked for nothing in return. Through thick and thin they were there to ensure my comfort and orgasms. They didn’t nag or complain or seek their own satisfaction. To them, it was all about ME. For helping to keep my sanity and preserve my liberty, my fingers and Johnny have my eternal gratitude. And I think my fingers have proved themselves worthy of a name. Ideas, anyone?

all the chords in the song are: C Am F G C/B
 I think it's easier to use your fingers instead of using a guitar pick, but
that's just me. Enjoy!
My youtube is www.youtube.com/kathywmusic
I'll be adding videos soon.

CAPO on first fret

tab:
intro          C                Am                 F
e|---------------------------------------------------1--------1-------|
B|---3-1-0-1-----1--------1--------1--------1----------1--------1-----|
G|-----------------0--------0--------2--------2----------2--------2---|
D|-------------------2--------2--------2--------2--3--------3---------|
A|-------------3--------3--------0--------0---------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------------------------|

 G
---3--------3-----|
-----3--------3---|
-------0--------0-|
------------------|Intro (2x)
------------------|
-3--------3-------|

Verse(I'm five years old..)

         C                Am                 F
e|-----------------------------------------1--------1-------|
B|-----1--------1--------1--------1----------1--------1-----|
G|-------0--------0--------2--------2----------2--------2---|
D|---------2--------2--------2--------2--3--------3---------|
A|---3--------3--------0--------0---------------------------|
E|----------------------------------------------------------|

 G
---3--------3-----|
-----3--------1---|
-------0--------0-|
------------------|Verse (4x)
------------------|
-3--------3-------|

Chorus(I don't know why....)

   F              G                C        C/B    Am
e|--1-------1-------3-------3--------------------------------------|
B|----1-------1-------3-------3-------1------1-------1-------1-----|
G|------2-------2-------0-------0-------0------0-------2-------2---|
D|-3-------3------------------------------2------0-------2-------2-|
A|----------------------------------3-------2-------0-------0------|
E|-----------------3-------3---------------------------------------|

 F              G                C      C/B     Am
--1-------1-------3-------3--------------------------------------|
----1-------1-------3-------3-------1------1-------1-------1-----|
------2-------2-------0-------0-------0------0-------2-------2---|
-3-------3------------------------------2------0-------2-------2-|
----------------------------------3-------2-------0-------0------|
-----------------3-------3---------------------------------------|

 F              G                C      C/B     Am
--1-------1-------3-------3--------------------------------------|
----1-------1-------3-------3-------1------1-------1-------1-----|
------2-------2-------0-------0-------0------0-------2-------2---|
-3-------3------------------------------2------0-------2-------2-|
----------------------------------3-------2-------0-------0------|
-----------------3-------3---------------------------------------|

 F               G
--1-------1-------3-------3-------|
----1-------1-------3-------3-----|
------2-------2-------0-------0---|
-3-------3------------------------|
----------------------------------|
-----------------3-------3--------|

Verse(I'm thirteen now...)

     C                Am                 F
e|-----------------------------------------1--------1-------|
B|-----1--------1--------1--------1----------1--------1-----|
G|-------0--------0--------2--------2----------2--------2---|
D|---------2--------2--------2--------2--3--------3---------|
A|---3--------3--------0--------0---------------------------|
E|----------------------------------------------------------|

 G
---3--------3-----|
-----3--------3---|
-------0--------0-|
------------------|Verse (4x)
------------------|
-3--------3-------|

                                      Bridge(I have an excellent father..)
     C                C                  F              F
e|-----------------------------------------1-------1------1------1-----|
B|-----1--------1--------1--------1----------1-------1------1------1---|
G|-------0--------0--------0--------0----------2-------2------2------2-|
D|---------2--------2--------2--------2---3-------3------3------3------|
A|---3--------3--------3--------3--------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------|

 Am              Am               F                 F
------------------------------------1--------1--------1-------1-----------|
---1-------1-------1-------1----------1--------1--------1-------1---------|
-----2-------2-------2-------2----------2--------2--------2-------2-------|
-------2-------2-------2-------2--3--------3--------3-------3-------------|
-0-------0-------0-------0------------------------------------------------|
--------------------------------------------------------------------------|

 Am                 G                F                 F
----------------------3--------3--------1--------1-------1--------1--------|
----1--------1----------3--------3--------1--------1-------1--------1------|
------2--------2----------0--------0--------2--------2-------2--------2----|
--------2--------2--------------------3--------3--------3-------3----------|
--0--------0---------------------------------------------------------------|
--------------------3--------3---------------------------------------------|

  C                 C/B                 F
-------------------------------------------1--------1--------|
----1--------1---------1--------1------------1--------1------|
------0--------0---------0--------0------------2--------2----|
--------2--------2---------0--------0----3--------3----------|
--3--------3---------2--------2------------------------------|
-------------------------------------------------------------|

  F                 G                G
----1--------1--------3--------3--------3--------3---------|
------1--------1--------3--------3--------3--------3-------|
--------2--------2--------0--------0--------0--------0-----|
--3--------3-----------------------------------------------|
-----------------------------------------------------------|
--------------------3--------3--------3--------3-----------|

Verse: (there is a video..)
         C                Am                 F
e|-----------------------------------------1--------1-------|
B|-----1--------1--------1--------1----------1--------1-----|
G|-------0--------0--------2--------2----------2--------2---|
D|---------2--------2--------2--------2--3--------3---------|
A|---3--------3--------0--------0---------------------------|
E|----------------------------------------------------------|

 G
---3--------3-----|
-----3--------3---|
-------0--------0-|
------------------|Verse (4x)
------------------|
-3--------3-------|

Chorus: (Now I know why...)

   F              G                C        C/B    Am
e|--1-------1-------3-------3--------------------------------------|
B|----1-------1-------3-------3-------1------1-------1-------1-----|
G|------2-------2-------0-------0-------0------0-------2-------2---|
D|-3-------3------------------------------2------0-------2-------2-|
A|----------------------------------3-------2-------0-------0------|
E|-----------------3-------3---------------------------------------|

 F              G                C      C/B     Am
--1-------1-------3-------3--------------------------------------|
----1-------1-------3-------3-------1------1-------1-------1-----|
------2-------2-------0-------0-------0------0-------2-------2---|
-3-------3------------------------------2------0-------2-------2-|
----------------------------------3-------2-------0-------0------|
-----------------3-------3---------------------------------------|

 F              G                 C      C/B     Am
--1-------1-------3-------3--------------------------------------|
----1-------1-------3-------3-------1------1-------1-------1-----|
------2-------2-------0-------0-------0------0-------2-------2---|
-3-------3------------------------------2------0-------2-------2-|
----------------------------------3-------2-------0-------0------|
-----------------3-------3---------------------------------------|

 F               G
--1-------1-------3-------3-------|
----1-------1-------3-------3-----|
------2-------2-------0-------0---|
-3-------3------------------------|
----------------------------------|
-----------------3-------3--------|

(Taking this chance to say....)
  C     C/B     Am
e|-------------------------------|
B|--1------1-------1-------1-----|
G|----0------0-------2-------2---|
D|------2------0-------2-------2-|
A|3-------2-------0-------0------|
E|-------------------------------|

 F               G               C (end on C)
--1-------1-------3-------3-----------------------|
----1-------1-------3-------2------1--------1-----|
------2-------2-------0-------0------0--------0---|
-3-------3-----------------------------2--------2-|
---------------------------------3--------3-------|
-----------------3-------3------------------------|

[Crown Royal - Jill Scott

Unfortunately, there will be no HNT this week. I've left my camera's battery charger in Paris. I know. Silly Coquitten. I'll definitely make it up to you next week! I have a lovely little outfit I'm dying to show you... and London Guy. ;P

I'd also like to start doing a new thing called "Inspirotica". While I didn't get the idea from here, this is very similar to "Flash Fiction Fridays" from Spanky's blog, The Daily Toast. While his is a more interactive weekly inspiration with a word limit and incredibly amazing results, mine will be sort of an experiment in finding a personal muse through erotica. I will not be restricting my word count nor will I have a set day or week when I'll post them. As they strike me, I'll just, well, write!]

"Hungry" by Phyllis Christopher

His fingers always taste distinctively of me, whether or not they’ve even made it past my waist. I can’t get enough of it – a sick sense of pride comes over me every time he shoves them in my mouth. My pussy has claimed those fingers. I might be his, but those fingers are mine.

He likes to put them in my mouth almost as much as I like them being in there. Sometimes he puts just one finger to my lips, and I kiss it, nipping gently and letting my own smell of sex waft underneath my nose.

Other times, it’s the whole pointer finger, a make-shift mini-cock I can tease and suck. He groans as I do this, as if my mouth were somewhere else, so I make every lick a promise for later, winking as I take his finger all the way into my mouth. And still I get that hint of taste, despite my body’s persistent insistence I haven’t been touched yet. I thrust my pelvis his direction – he ignores me on purpose and switches fingers.

The middle finger. The Fuck-Me-Finger. He knows it’s my favourite, sexually dexterous and long. Survival of the fittest. The longer the Fuck-Me-Finger, the more likely that caveman was to get laid. A trait passed down from generation to generation until he got his hands and I got to cum, over and over and over around that finger.

That one tastes like my pussy more than the rest.

But I know what he likes best. He likes to shove his fingers in my mouth in a raw digital face-fuck. My mouth waters at the ghost taste of my pussy doubled in my mouth and pressed against my tongue because there’s no where else for those fingers to go. I have to moan into them because someone somewhere taught me not to talk with my mouth full, and he loves to shut me up anyway. He especially likes to pull his fingers out slowly, letting trails of saliva linger on my lips and end at his fingertips.

Then, I get what I want. Then his wet, cunty-tasting fingers actually find my cunt and I get fucked without getting fucked. I urge him on with frenzied hips until I finally cum, falling back, my mouth half-open in post-orgasmic exhilaration and half-open in gourmet anticipation.

“Taste yourself,” he demands as he forces his sticky fingers back into my mouth. I don’t disobey, loving the full flavour of myself, hot and strangely wonderful. He grins down at me. “I love when you suck my fingers clean.”

I grin back at him. I know those fingers will never be clean. Those fingers belong to my pussy.

I want to go hot and heavy with you,
I’d like to do that for a while,
It’s all because of what I see you do,
When you’re all alone, and you stroke
As you smile, and I’m smiling too
Hiding in your closet, panties on my face
Draped from forehead to chin, your
Fingers they play, and your fingers go in,
And I’m sniffing the musk that you
Made with your minge, and as you climax
Sweet darling, I make my appearance,
You lean yourself back on the bed
Right next to my penis: I hover above you,
My dick dangles down, while the shit
That I shoot sprays from waist to
Your crown, now you’re lumpy and brown.

Directions

1. Combine the flour, sugar, and salt in a medium bowl. Using your fingertips, rub the butter and shortening into the dry ingredients until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Get your thumbs into it. Close your eyes. Soak in the sensation: Flour dust combining with scratchy grains of sugar and salt and the coating grease of butter and shortening. Resist the urge to apply it like a cosmetic to your face, or to your dry elbows and knees.
2. Using a fork, blend in just enough water to make the dough come together. Shape into a disk and wrap in plastic. Refrigerate for 45 minutes before rolling. Feel the moist cool of the dough as you grip it both hands, thumbs gently clamping the disk to the fingers that cradle it. You may want to fling it Frisbee-like, just to see how far it’ll fly. Again, resist.

How to roll the dough

1 Flour your rolling surface and rolling pin

Place a well-chilled piece of dough shaped into a disk onto a floured surface. Dust the rolling pin and your fingers with flour to prevent sticking. As you dust, pinch the flour between thumb and tips of  index and middle fingers. Imagine it’s sand in an hourglass, but don’t be in too much of a hurry.

2 Roll out the dough, rotating the dough as you go

Applying even pressure, press your rolling pin into the dough, rolling away from you and back. Rotate the disk as you go, and flip it over occasionally, to create an even circle. When the dough starts to feel sticky, apply a light dusting of flour. When the dough is a little less than a quarter of an inch thick, place your pie plate in the center of the dough, face up, to check that the dough you’ve rolled out is large enough to fit the dish. As you roll, close your eyes. Be conscious of your grip on the pin, the handle pressing into the V between thumb and forefinger. Use the weight of your body to press the pin into the dough so as not to stress your hands. If you do not have flour somewhere on your face, preferably on your nose and above one eyebrow, you should apply some now.

3  Transfer the dough into the pie plate

Flip the rolled dough in half toward you, creating a half-moon shape, and lift it over the plate. Set it down so that it covers half the plate; then open it so it forms a circle again and covers the entire pie plate. As warm-up, spread out your hands, palm up. Bring your thumbs across the palms toward the little fingers. Now apply this motion to the rolled dough.

4 Press the dough into the pie plate

With your fingertips, gently push the pie dough into the bottom and sides of the plate. Yes, be gentle. But let your thumbs get into the pie plate, where the bottom meets the sides. Revel in the thumbprints that’ll bake right into the pie.

5  Trim the edges

Use a scissor to cut any extra dough along the edge, leaving a 1/2-inch border. Fold the edge of the dough underneath itself so that it creates a thicker, 1/4-inch border that rests on the lip of the plate. Before the blades cut, the scissor holds the dough. That hold extends the human hand’s grip, particularly that of thumb and forefinger.

6  Crimp the edges

Create a patterned edge by pressing the thumb of one hand against the edge of the dough from the outside of the dish while gently pressing with the thumb and forefinger of the other hand from the inside. Rotate the pie plate until you’ve completed the pattern along the entire edge.  This is the coup de grace for the thumb as well as the rest of the hands. By this time, you should have dough somewhere in the hair framing your face.

Tip: Bake the crust right away, or refrigerate or freeze it for later use.

See how it’s done (although this baker doesn’t spend any time in thumb-contemplation): http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid1726686707?bclid=1729305751&bctid=1668060958