Red Region Inferno

I seem to have been getting to serious lately with my posts so I think it is time to share another one of my  cereal character tattoos.

Today we have Jose.

This fabulous little monkey may look like he is eating a poop ball… but nope.

Jose The Cocoa Krispies Monkey As A Tattoo

What we got here is a cocoa krispie.
Jose was the first mascot for Cocoa Krispies when it came out back in 1958.
They traded him in pretty fast for Coco the elephant, but Jose the monkey was first.

I guess Kellogg’s figured out it looked like this funny little monkey was eating a turd. Maybe somebody complained… I don’t know.

Certainly  makes a pimp cereal tattoo though.

Just for fun I will give you some Cocoa Krispies mascot history.

• 1958 is the one and only Jose. A super pimp chimp with a taste for poo.
• 1959 we get Coco the elephant who just happens to look like a pink Dumbo.
• 1963 The Hanna-Barbera character ‘Snagglepuss’  took the job of  Mascot.
• 1965 Cocoa the ape man came and went.
• 1965 Snagglepuss returns.
• 1968 brings us Ogg the Caveman. He sucked! Total dork of a caveman in my opinion.
• 1971 brings us Tusk the brown elephant. He acts just like Coco, but is brown with tusks.
• 1981 Kellogg’s gets smart and just gives the job to Snap, Crackle and Pop.
• 1990  They make Coco the Monkey the Mascot again, but this time he is a bad ass and doesn’t eat poo.
• 2001 Someone at Kellogg’s realizes people like Snap, Crackle and Pop , so give them the job back.

Yep… Seems Kellogg’s just doesn’t know what direction to go with this particular cereal and the mascots for it’s publicity campaigns… but that’s cool.

Chocolate cereals kinda sell themselves.

Just a little chunk of flash from my Zombie Dolls series.

Don’t really have much to say about it.

Don’t think I need to say much.

A picture is worth a thousand words they say.

Entrust

For those who are not of the tattoo world… “Flash” is a term used to describe the drawings and sheets of drawings you find in tattoo studios that are for clients to choose from, get ideas from, and be inspired by.
In general “Flash” is meant to look semi fancy and draw the eye while actually being very simple of design to keep the cost of tattooing low.
Detail is often drawn with quik style illusions allowing for easy tattooing.
If a client wishes a more fancy version… we add to it.

Maybe I am just lame and not in the know… but I had no clue how much pleasure you can cause a woman with an ice cold spiral toy.

A female friend (AKA Unicorn – AKA Girl Swingle) we met on LL came around recently for some drinks and play.

Before our drinks she put something in the freezer and when we asked what it was told us not to look because it was a surprise.

Later that evening when we all decided it was time to retire to the bedroom she grabbed her surprise from the freezer.

It was a spiral glass dildo.
She had frozen it so it would be ice cold.

She also had another one she had set in our bedroom wrapped in a heating pad.

Hmm… O.k. This is new.

This particular girl likes some female only time to get in the mood.
She then needs some good hard male to finish.
That pretty much dictates how we start.
I hang back and the girls get naughty.
I wait until I am called into the action… and then it is my turn.

Because that is how it goes I always get a good view of the action.

They started with the kissy fondle soft play type stuff, but our friend quickly moved down to orally pleasure my wife.
She began teasing her with her fingers and after just a few minutes brought her glass toys into play.

At first she just went back and forth between the two toys – teasing around the outside.
Eventually however she started with insertions of the warmed one.
Slowly she worked it in and out without going very deep.

When she got my wife to that special place and I thought she was going to ‘O’ she stopped, and began just teasing with fingers and tongue.
When my wife started to head towards frustration and extreme need the girl brought the ice cold toy into play.

She started a bit slow… like she had with the warmed one. She kept it very shallow.
She brought my wife back to that special place again.
Then as it built she decided it was time to go deep.
It was the smooth twisty ridges and the ice cold plunging into the warm deep regions that did it.
My darling had a crazy huge orgasm.
It was one of those full body type deals that make every single muscle come into play.

I was impressed and so was she.

Shown here is Don Wands Blue Swirl Mushroom Tip Wand.

You can get some very awesome freezable twisty glass toys here.

It was then my turn to hop into the play.
Sadly it was almost anti-climatic …. though we all did climax.

Our play did not bring another of those crazy full body freak out orgasms.
Our friend had given us the finally at the beginning of the show.

Lesson learned.
Time to get us a couple deep spiraled glass toys for the freezer.

This last weekend was something different to say the least.

My “girlfriend” and her husband whom my wife calls her “boyfriend” came to visit for a few days.
In our swinging adventures we normally play together.
We are a same room play type couple and never do separate rooms.
We do however have on exception now days and that is this special couple.
Why I mention that is because we pretty much ended up swapping spouses for the entire weekend.
More than the weekend actually.

They had been supposed to arrive on Friday, but they showed up on Thursday night instead.
My girlfriend was a bit frazzled about this because she was not ready.
She said she was a hairy monster.
That meant she had not done all her pre swinging special detailing that she normally would have and wasn’t ready to play.

My wife however kicked us out of the room (she was ready) and we ended up hiding in our bedroom.
I had not seen this gorgeous girl in almost a month. (we live 9 hours apart)
Nothing could stop me. I wanted her badly.
She did give in.

We all felt very happy for our extra Thursday.

Friday was spent at the beach. We played in the sand and looked in tidal pools.
We caught up on things and talked about lighthearted stuff and serious stuff.

My wife and her boyfriend needed a nap they said so my pretty girl and I went on a short hike in the mountains.
We talked and engaged in mental foreplay.
When we got home we found our spouses had done no sleeping at all.
They did seem in high spirits though… so we didn’t complain.

The night was approaching.
I was getting very excited.
I had a special treat in store.

You see my dear readers… I have a fetish.
It is costumes.
I get very turned on by certain types of costumes worn by certain types of girls.
My pretty visitor was just that sort of girl and she had brought just that sort of costume.
She went all out.
My wife (who is a hairdresser) did her hair and she got all dressed up for me as Blueberry Muffin.
If you are not in the know… that is a character from Strawberry Shortcake land.

We had been talking about this special date for over 3 weeks.
I was so excited.

Eventually she was all ready.
What I expected was sexy – What I got was amazing.
Lately I am thinking I should always expect amazing with this particular person as she never falls short of better than I can imagine.

We locked ourselves into the bedroom together.
She didn’t just dress up.
She played the role.

What I got was a naive young girl who just happened to be very naughty.
She wanted to taste my special candy… and said it “so nummy.”

We found her special spot and told her it was even more nummy.
She suggested we mix the flavors and then wanted to taste again.
“Mmm… they taste so good together.” She said.
We did a lot of mixing of our flavours after that.
It was a wonderful time for us both.

After cleaning up we all switched back for sleepy time.

The next morning was breakfast made by my wife with a tad of help from her boyfriend.

We all went to the lake for the day.

When we got home the girls made a big production of getting all dolled up for the evening.
We went out for a few drinks and a chat.
The chat turned serious and the discussion was about or odd relationship.
Mostly it was about how odd it was that we clicked so well and the even stranger fact that all of us felt attached.

It was not the average discussion a person would hear when sitting at a table with 4 swingers.
The “lifestyle” is not about emotional bonds.

We are all swingers.
We all enjoy nights out with others who like to end the evening naked in bed and have a few good orgasms.
We all admitted to having feelings of possessiveness.
Feelings of attachment.
Lack of wanting other partners much.

We even discussed the possibility of becoming exclusive at some point.

It was pretty heavy stuff.

I was non committal on the subject.

When home we didn’t waste much time.

My pretty swinger girl and I went straight to the bedroom.
We started getting into play.
I was about to start talking really naughty when she started talking about feelings.
She asked how much she should confess… I said to always be honest and tell all.

The sex was of the bonding variety.
Slow, sensual, with talking.
Then she said the L word.
Yes… Love.
“I love you.”

I had not expected that.
I was stunned and shocked.
My voice didn’t work and I couldn’t think.

My attachment to this beautiful girl was huge. I could not however return those words.
I don’t use the L word.
I have said it to 5 people ever in my life. Two of those people are my children.
My parents and siblings don’t get it.
It is a block. I can only say it if it is way beyond what most people consider love.
I can only say it when I know I will always feel it without any doubt.

I am not one of those people that says they love their dog or cat.
I’m one of those people that think “how the fuck can you LOVE an animal?”
You can’t. If that is what love is to you then we are not on the same page.
Love to me is special.
Part of being special is how rare it is. Part of love is that it is forever. It is sure. No doubt can exist.

My lack of response hurt her.

We talked.
She got angry, but then relaxed.
She called me some names.
She said she would just wait because she new I felt it too.
I could not deny it.
I couldn’t say I did and I couldn’t say I didn’t.

They whole situation was and is very confusing.
We fell asleep together.

We had sex in the morning.

We had sex later that day again before they left.
Whatever happened in-between I can’t remember.

My mind was struck dumb from her confession.

Two days later we talked about it on the phone.

She still felt a bit hurt.
She felt it was all her fault.
She felt foolish, and naive.
She felt as if she should not have said it.
She felt betrayed.

I said it was partially my fault.
I told her she wasn’t being foolish.

She said she would never tell me that again unless I asked her to tell me.
She would feel as she felt, but not say it until I desired it.
The rule was however that I would not ask unless I was ready to say it back.
I thought that a fare deal.

I felt bummed though.
I adored hearing her say it. I want to hear her say it.
Such a scary thing to care so much about someone when not everything is within your control.

Every day I go by this log yard.
It is 3 blocks from my place of work.
Some days it is full and others it is close to empty.

The logs come and go...

Both ways bother me.
My family goes a long way back in this dieing  port town.
Logging and fishing and mills are what built and kept us alive.

Now the trees are disappearing and so are the fish.
The logging industry (and the mills that feed off of it) are pretty much toast.
Fishing has went the same way over the last decade.
My town is a shell of what it once was.

When I see the logs I know people are working.
I know my town will survive a while longer.
When the logs are not there I worry.
How much longer until it is really ended?

At the same time however I hate logging.
I hate that we in the pacific northwest didn’t start farming our trees until it was to late.
I hate that what we are cutting can never be replaced.
I love the trees. I love the forests.
I don’t want them destroyed.

Living with the national park in my back yard is cool.
It is protected for sure… but it still gets cut.
They do it for other reasons. Fire lines and such.

Yet we have private timber stands out here that are 10 times bigger than most parks.
Vast stretches of forest that are not protected.
I have watched them slowly disappear over the course of my life.
It sucks.
Soon they will be gone. Maybe 10 years at most I think.
The world sucks.
We are all shit.

I want the mills to keep running so my family and friends can support themselves.
I want the forests left alone so when my daughter is grown she can hike into a place that was made by God instead of man.

I want to preserve what we have left… yet I want hardwood floors.

Who amongst us is not either a hypocrite or a self righteous murderer of our earth?