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.

For some weekend fun we went to a sand sculpture contest.

The theme was Science fiction.
I thought it was a strange theme for sand… but what the heck, I love sci-fi and sand sculpture can be cool.

My favorite one was based on the three laws of robotics.
In science fiction, the Three Laws of Robotics are a set of three rules written by Isaac Asimov, which pretty much all thinking robots in his books must obey.

The laws are:
1.A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
2.A robot must obey any orders given to it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
3.A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

The robot holds a man in it's arms representing the connection between man and robot.

This next sculpture I thought was pretty awesome, but I actually have no idea what it was about. It just looked cool to me.

I think it looks like a time travel type thing, but maybe I am wrong.

Maybe something to do with time travel?

My other favorite at the event was one made with a lot of humor in it.
Bender from Futurama vs the Alien from the Aliens movie series.
Talk about awesome!

Considering how Bender always seems to survive and have a drink... this Alien may be about to bite off more than it can chew.

Looking at these things makes me want to try and lern the art.
One of the things that makes sand sculpture so cool to me is how temporary it is.
To create and know that any day – even tomorrow – the wind and rain will sweep it away.
I like that.

Obviously I survived the weekend or I wouldn’t be posting, but survive is about it.
Because of over-taxing myself  I am still sick as a dog.

We arrived in Ocean Shores Friday around 2:pm and our hotel room wasn’t ready.
I argued with the desk people a while and they shuffled some rooms and got us all checked in.
We called the couple we had made our plans with and agreed to meet at 3:30 at some place with a big shark for a front door.
I showered, shaved,etc… Took a ton of cold medicine and away we went.

Anxiety was big because we had been planning this all year and I was very excited to meet with the girl of the couple.
We had been texting/talking daily for months.

When we arrived the male half was waiting outside.
He didn’t look happy.
“Oh-no”
Turned out he was just a tad nervous himself.
The girl was very happy and outgoing however and made it all good.
She was also gorgeous beyond what I had imagined and I had seen over a hundred pictures of her.

We went and got some fish-n-chips and chatted a bit.
All was good.
I had been worried my wife was not going to get along with the hubby.
They hadn’t had much communication and what they had was average to say the least.
They did get along however so I relaxed a bit.

We checked out the town a bit and went to the triathlon registration.
After that it was cocktails and dinner, then quik trip back to our hotel to freshen up before going to their room.

The tension was pretty high.
My wife and the hubby had hit it off huge by this point and both of them pretty much ignored myself and the pretty girl I had been waiting to see all year.

We began kissing and slowly undressing each-other.
She was heavenly.
My cold was all of a sudden hardly bugging me.
We got frenzied and she teased me and made me want her more.
When she went down on me she did it perfect.
Everything she did was perfect.
Ahh… to much.
When we finally got to the intercourse part I was way to built up.
I was having super huge feelings of wanting to orgasm and couldn’t get rid of them.
The foreplay had lasted about an hour.
I lasted about a minute.
She didn’t seem to mind and told me that it made her feel sexy and desired because of they way I lost it.
I didn’t believe her at the time, and because of my cold I was not able to get it back up for round two.
My wife however was already done with her round one and came over to help out.
Even with her help it was a no go.

I sent my wife back to play with her new boy toy and I made shure my new friend got a second orgasm.
(She had already had one during our earlier oral play)

My wife had the best time ever.
I was a bit stressed though over my performance and figured I better do dang good on the next night.

We headed back to our room to get a few hours sleep before the triathlon in the morning.
I was so stressed over my performance with my swingers fantasy girl that I couldn’t sleep at all.
Not a wink.
I was up the entire night.

I headed out at 6:am with zero sleep and sick as hell to compete in a triathlon.
Pure stubborn.
I was dizzy even walking and my wife said I looked like the living dead.

We met our friends and set up our transition areas.

I put on my wet suit and went to the lake to await death.

When my wave started I felt o.k. for about the first 200 yards and then my sickness and weakness over took me.
I got kicked pretty hard in my already stuffed up nose and my goggles got messed up.
I thought “Fuck, I am gonna drown I am so tired.”
Somehow I slugged through the swim though and made it to shore.

This is me walking (not running) out of the water after the swim leg of the triathlon.

I took it super easy on the bike leg and just cruised it.
Bike is what I am good at though, so even just trying to chill because of sickness I still got a better than average time.

The run however was what I was worried about and the primary reason I chilled on the bike.
I chugged along super slow with a bout a 9 minute mile average.
Somehow I finished.

Looking as bad as I felt, but still happy that I stubbornly pushed myself through even when sick.

 
Note:
My wife took third overall in the 10k running in her vibrams five fingers.
It was her first 10k running in them and she said she was happy about their performance.

After the races we all went and showered up.

It was decided I needed a nap.
I stayed on the bed trying to sleep for 2 hours while we heard crashing and booming and yelling maids.
Finally my wife freaked out and went to the desk.
We ended up moving rooms.
The result was NO nap.

Note:
The Lighthouse Best Western in Ocean Shores was the worst hotel experience of my life.
I wont go into detail about it, but the noise and rude staff was enough to make me say that.
I used to travel as part of my work.
I have stayed in literally thousands of hotels.
So being the worst is quite an accomplishment.

No sleep, sick, worn out, and stressed form the night before.
What a great way to feel as I start to get ready for our night.

We did some more site seeing and some beach walking.
Even in my stupor of sick, tired , and medicine dosing I was captivated by the girl.
My wife was acting like a giddy teenager because of her husband so she didn’t seem to mind that I had tunnel vision for this beaty.

Eventually it was time for coctails (I skipped them because i was already punch drunk dizzy)
We sat around a couple hours talking about swinging, swingers and funny adventures.

The time came to go upstairs to a room and my anxiety went crazy.
What if I fail to perform?
What if I repeate last nights performance?
I’m to sick, to stressed, to worried.

My wife just told me to chill out and not worry.
“It never happened before, and it wont again.” she said.
Her words didn’t help.

My fantasy girl went to the bathroom to get dressed in something special.
My wife just continued flirting with her new friend.
I just continued stressing.

When the pretty summer fantasy girl came out of the bathroom my jaw dropped.
She was dressed in a sexy , strappy, black, almost nothing outfit, with F-Me heals and her hair in pigtails (because she knows I liked them)

She came to me and asked me if I liked it.
A few stammered compliments later she shut me up with a kiss.
I began exploring her body from head to toe.
I worked my way down until I was on the floor with her above me and then back up again.
We began to get serious and her dazzling beauty took me away.
It was dream like.

No problems this time.
I forgot to be nervous, I forgot I was tired and sick.
I was lost in the moment.
It was amazing.
I built to that just about to orgasm point and held it there for about a half an hour.
Only after she begged me to cum for close to 10 minutes did I let it happen.

I laid there for a while with her and we talked.
We turned to watch our spouses for a while until they told us to stop.
Then this sexy creature laying on top of me worked her way down and used her mouth to bring me to another incredible orgasm.

Afterwards I tried to return the favor, but she wouldn’t let me and said i had to wait.
We just talked quietly for a half hour or so.
Our spouses seemed to be doing the same between bouts of wrestling and hitting each-other and other funny behavior.

The beauty then said she wanted me to fuck her.
I said 2 was my limit, and that I was even surprised I got that with being so tired.
She said o.k. and preceded to kiss me, touch me, rub on me…
I slowly grew as she rubbed her warmth on me and made my desire rise.
She pushed softly on my now hard cock – teasing with her wetness.
I grabbed a condom and put it on.
She slid down on it and rode me until we both came again.

A beautiful angel with sex ninja skills!
That is what she was.

We hung out for another hour or so.
They wanted us to stay, but we like privacy in the morning.

We met for breakfast and decided to fly kites on the beach.
After our kite flying we all went our separate ways.

We have talked with this couple daily since (as I did before) and they had just as wonderful of an experience as we did.
Both have called us their favorites ever and said our sexual fun was the best ever.

My wife smiles whenever the guy texts, and is still giddy from her overly fun weekend.

As for me… My summer fantasy girl turned out to be ten times more wonderful than even my fantasy had painted her.

It is very rare for all 4 people to clique so perfectly in the lifestyle.

We are already making plans to get together again.

I just love this tattoo.

When the gal asked me to tattoo it for her I was very excited.
It speaks words I often wish to say with it’s simple imagery.

War Turtle

I have been doing body piercings for 25 years now.
Yep… I said 25 years.
At this point I am not sure anybody who still actively does piercings (On regular clients) has been piercing as long as I have.
I Think I am the last of the original piercers still actually piercing.
The rest have all slowly become teachers, managers, paper pushers, retired, quit…

Why do I do it?
No frigg’n idea, lol.

One thing that still entertains me after seeing it happen literally thousands of times is the mascara – raccoon – make-up run that happens sometimes when a girl gets a nostril pierce.

Whatever side the piercing is done on causes some watery eye issues and for some (who have a lot of mascara on) it looks like just one side of their face had a terrible day and they needed to cry, cry, cry an ocean.

What a funny look for a happy girl.

It always brightens my day to make jokes about it, and it always makes the client feel better to know that it happens regularly and is no big deal.

It is funny to see somebody smiling so big (because they love their new piercing) while having mascara tears a flowing.

I had just done a nostril and was thinking about it when this girl came in and asked for a nostril too… so I decided to get out a camera and share.

Please note: Nostril piercings are not a very painful procedure when done correctly by a competent and experienced body piercer.
People do not actually cry. (Or at least I have never had anybody cry)
The sensation on the inner part of the nostril (when the skin is broken) causes the eye to water.