Red Region Inferno

The Wanton Wednesday theme for this week was to create an animated gif  with photos of yourself.
This was what I came up with.

I have never made animated gif before and though I probably have some software on one of my computers that does it, I just looked online for an animated gif maker (which I didn’t even know existed online) like Lilly suggested. I used gickr.com and they automatically put a little .com stamp on it. I don’t mind though. It is a sweet and easy way to make an animated gif. If I would have known though I would have made the RedRegionInferno.com text a tad smaller so it wouldn’t have overlapped.
(see note at bottom of post)

The animated gif above was my third attempt
My first was done with unedited photos, but I thought it was way to PORN for this blog.
My next one was done with images I had run through some photo editor skins and looked like this next picture.

I actually liked this one, but once it was set to moving it was creepy looking.
It also just looked super dorky. I don’t mind looking dorky myself, but I prefer my cock to look handsome and desirable.

The one I went with I thought looked awesome.
The pictures I used to put it together are pretty old, but I know the girl in them peeks at this blog every once in a full moon… so I am wondering if she will see them and recognize that it is her.
If she does I think she will get a smile out of it.
On the other hand I cropped in so close that maybe she wont recognize herself or somebody else will think it is them.
I am half expecting a half dozen or so “Was that me?” type questions over the next month or so as I randomly run into people.

If you wonder why I always stamp my images with the domain they are on… it is because people hotlink the heck out of certain ones and eat my bandwidth. They also grab and re-post them sometimes. I really don’t care as long as people link back, but they rarely do. I stamp them though so that people will know where they came from even when credit isn’t given. Problem solved.
With my domain on it I am digging when people re-post my stuff. It is a compliment in a way. I still prefer a source/credit link, but I know that is not how the majority of the Internet works.
The Internet is about sharing. I would not post anything online that I would freak out about people taking/using. I expect it even. I just like credit where credit is due.
If you too have issues with people grabbing your images without giving credit I suggest you start branding your pictures too.

As an extra mention on that subject… for me it adds credibility to a site when I see credits given.
If you are one of those people who grab images/video/text off of other sites regularly and don’t give credit… maybe you should.

Valentine’s day…
I woke up yesterday morning with a rock hard cock and was not thinking of the romantic.
I know I’m supposed to be full of love and whatnot on Valentine’s day, but I woke up desiring newness.
Newness is sexy in itself.
I wasn’t  in the mood for romantic loving.
Naughty is what I wanted. Naughty, teasing, slutty fun.

I needed a naughty Valentine.

Didn’t happen though.
Instead I work  all day.
It was just another day.
My wife had woken with a sore throat and I have a cold.
No blow-job even for Valentine’s night.
Poor Selfish me.
The world must be ending.

So… this picture is one I already had. It is from a photo set I haven’t showed on here. (maybe someday I will)
I screwed around with a photo editor to give it some zing. Don’t really dig how it came out, but I procrastinated and didn’t have much time.
Maybe I will screw with a few more of her pictures and make a file called “For Next Valentine’s Day” because the girl is super cute and so is her costume.

Want more Valentine’s day fun? Check out my Valentine Lust post.
More Valentine’s babble and a very sexy picture of a very sexy girl who tastes like watermelon.

Happy Wednesday.
Be Naughty!

The very first time with someone has so many special moments.
It doesn’t matter if I have known the girl ten minutes or a year… if I have never had sex with her she has special magic to offer up for that very first time.

One of those special moments is when she takes off her panties.
The first time she takes off the panties is special because it is like finding the golden ticket to her magic candy land.
A woman doesn’t take them off unless she is ready.
Or at least it has been my experience that when the panties come down it is the go ahead.
The gonna happen signal.
“Read or not, here we go!”

So I love it.
It is a beautiful thing.

So… another tiny painting.
I’ve done a lot of these now. Most suck and piss me off.
The 8″x10″ thing ain’t working. Out of stubbornness I must continue to paint these tiny things, but I shall confess… I moved up to 9″x12″ sized canvases.
The one above is 8″x10″, but for my sanity I moved up just a tad. 9″x12″ is still freaky small for me and causes me brain cramps, but not as bad as the 8″x10″.
My wife is still not happy though. She says “Honey, you just can’t paint small.” and then she says “Your small painting just don’t look that good.”
Yup, stuff like that.
I agree, but I’m stubborn.
EXAMPLE:
Above painting looks good at a glance (maybe) then you notice that the left side of the figures upper arm/shoulder area  is kinda bulging.
I scraped that off and made it perfectly proportional… but then the balance of the overall image seemed off. My composition was F’d extreme from just that little bit of fixing.
The overall balance is much more important to me than my subject matter so I put the bulging area back in.
I thought about twisting the torso a tad… but “It’s an 8″x10″ painting!”
How much time can be spent on something like this?
I’m giving myself a 3 hour max now from sketching to completion, including alterations.
I’ve realized that without time constraints I could waste away a whole day doing something that should just be left alone. I am flawed, paintings are flawed, life is flawed, and life is art.

Fun Facts:
Semen acts as an antidepressant.
Semen may helps fight sore throats and diabetes.
Semen tastes can be changed through diet.
Semen does a body good with easily absorbed proteins.
There are a lot of other wonderful things to know, but if your interested you’ll probably start looking it up anyway.

Remember this?
Oh my god
Becky, look at her butt
Its so big
She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends
Who understands those rap guys
They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute
I mean her butt
It’s just so big
I can’t believe it’s so round
It’s just out there
I mean, it’s gross
Look, she’s just so black

Back when that music video came out I wasn’t so much into big butts.
As a matter of fact I pretty much stuck to girls in the 5’8″ to 6’1″ range and they almost never exceeded 135lbs. Yep… tall and thin was where my tastes lead me.

Times change and so do tastes.

prattler warning:
Here I go…

To keep this a bit more interesting I will add that when my balls tighten up like that I am getting ready to cum.
Everything gets hard and round before the crescendo.
Hopefully that wasn’t more information than you wished to know about my balls, but there you have it.

My girlfriend loves my balls. She likes to lick and play with them. I love her bottom. (not the girlfriend  in the pic) She has an ample bottom to say the least. She also has extremely juicy thick thighs that make my mouth water.

My wife doesn’t like balls. She wishes men didn’t have them and says they are in the way and stupid looking. She would prefer if men just had cocks and no balls. Obviously she doesn’t play with mine.
She also has a nice round bottom. (not the wife in pic either) I call it an apple bottom. It is good stuff.

My wife always knows if I will be interested in a girl by her butt and thighs alone. This has helped her out (and me) in swinging situations many a time.

Some random stuff:

I didn’t always enjoy curvy girls. Through my 20′s I exclusively went for tall and thin.
Even when it came to my adult video/photo work I was all about tall and thin. I was fine behind the camera, but avoided the big bottom girls and curvy girls when it came to being in front of the camera as much as I could.
Looking back I realize that not only did I miss out on a lot of lovely ladies, but I also cost myself a lot of work and money.

Though I do have a thing for thick thighs and round bottoms, or as my son likes to say…”big girls,” I actually don’t have a true body type I go for.
Within my top 5 favorite sex partners of the last few years is one who is extremely curvy and weighs in at around 160lbs (if you read this…you are gorgeous by the way) and one who at 5’9″ weighs in at under 120lbs with a tiny bottom that hardly makes a handful.
Beauty can be found in all shapes and sizes I think, and I am attracted to whomever I’m attracted to no matter. I can’t even put a finger on what it is anymore that will visually pull me towards one woman and not another.
After the visuals it is all about attitude and personality. If those don’t turn me on then no matter what my first thought about your appearance was I ain’t gonna get excited.

Sir Mix-A-Lot likes big butts.
I have actually seen this guy twice. Both times on accident.
Once was in Seattle at a club that some crazy stripper chick dragged me into while drunk and another time was in my own small home town when he played a little gig at a bar.
In my small town he was a big deal and the tickets went for $35. each. I had three girls with me and bitched at the door guy telling him it should be $3.50 and I didn’t like being ripped off. A big concert by a huge band was usually about that much. WTF?
Back in those days I was kinda a big deal and hadn’t become a reclusive freaky hermit who hid away from the world yet. They let us in for free, but I was still annoyed. You see my problem then was that besides everyone else thinking I was the cat’s meow… I thought so too. Megalomania hardly describes it.
Anyways… both times I saw him the show sucked balls in a bad way.

See how I worked my way back to the subject of balls?

My wife doesn’t care if I shave. My girlfriend mostly doesn’t either (but requested it recently)
so for the most part I have been rather fuzzy lately. Trimmed, but not smooth.
It has been a very sexless fall and winter for me this year. I’m obviously not celibate or anything, but sometimes it feels like it.
Two years ago when we went on swing dates most every weekend I never saw a hair one on my balls. Now I rarely get a reason to shave. It seemed a pain to have to keep them smooth back then, but now that I rarely have a reason I kinda miss it.
Then when I do get a reason it is extra work because I’m fuzzy so I make a shaving mess and get bitched at by my wife for not cleaning up the bathroom afterwards even though as far as I could tell I did clean up.
Four days later I get new growth itchy, and get bummed I don’t have a reason to shave for the next weekend. It is so much easier just to keep them smooth all the time instead of shaving every couple of months for special events.

Ahh… such sexy talk is ball shaving.
See how I work? I get you thinking sexy thoughts about big juicy bottoms and balls tightening up before orgasm and then babble about shaving and Sir Mix-A-Lot.
Oh well.

In closing I would like to say “girl, come make me shave my balls soon.” (is the one in pic)
I’m needing a reason and I promise not to sing…
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can’t deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up tough
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she’s wearing
I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture

Girls are so funny.
Yup… I’m talking to you all.
With the right encouragement you can become wild sexual beasts in the bedroom.
With the right movements, touches, and words you can even forget you are human for a little while and get lost in sexual bliss.

I don’t even have to know you.
We could have just met.
Maybe your a swinger girl and it is our first or second date.
Maybe you just barely kept control while your husband was in the room last night, but then we got left alone for a couple hours while he and my wife went to get breakfast in the hotel restaurant.

Once the animal side has been unleashed… it goes back slowly, but it does go back to hiding.

“May I take your picture?” I ask.
You agree, but must look at them afterwards to see what is OK for me to have, and to be sure you don’t look horrible.
I can dig it.
I’m the same way sometimes if I don’t know a person well.

The animal is gone now though.
The reality of life has settled in.

What type of pictures can I keep?
What kind of pictures may I show others?

Faces are the most important part of beauty to me.
Why oh why do women that swing always want to hide their faces the first year they are swinging?
Your not running for senate girl, your a flight attendant.

I do appreciate your butt though. I’m not complaining about your wish to show that off.

I especially like how you show it now that you know I am a butt guy.
Do take advantage and make me want some more. I won’t complain about that either.

I always consider this the “I’m done with pictures, put the camera down and get over here” pose.
It is one of those beat you over the head with it come on gestures.
For any of you guys out there reading this that may happen to be a bit slow on the take… when a girl hits this pose it means time to get busy.
Got it?
Good.

Just for the record… the pics above are taken by me and not to be copied/altered for any reason whatsoever without my explicit permission… blah blah blah…
(Someone told me to say that) *cough* – “crazy, paranoid women”

As an additional note I would like to add that morning sex with an uninhibited almost stranger is one of the sexiest ways to get a morning started that I know of.
I seriously freaking love such mornings.

Since my biggest goal this year is to push the erotic with my art I thought I should have my first post of 2012 be some art of an erotic nature.
I have also been screwing around with tiny canvases. I am doing it out of stubbornness to tell the truth. I am really not suited to such tiny painting surfaces. I will not stop until I feel comfort though.
Once comfort has been achieved I will most likely move back back up and avoid anything under 24 inches in any direction again for some time.
Heck… I may even take some mural commissions to un-cramp my brain from doing these tiny canvases.

Anyways, without further ado…

Just for the fun of it I shall say that in the case of this particular little painting the model ‘of my minds eye’ was my lovely wife, and my vision is one I am very fond of.
I love it when she rides me from this direction as I am very much an “ass guy” and she has some great moves.
Though I have not seen her red/pink nighty in a long time my imagination created it because I have very fond memories involving it.

“and we’re spent”

That’s what she said as everyone collapsed.
That’s what she said just before the heartbeats started to slow down and the hot sweat started to cool on our skin.
Nobody said anything else.
I guess it had all been said.

spent [spɛnt]
adj
1. used up or exhausted; consumed
2. (Life Sciences & Allied Applications / Zoology) (of a fish) exhausted by spawning
via Collins English Dictionary

spent (spnt)
v.
Past tense and past participle of spend.
adj.
1. Used up; consumed: a spent youth.
2. Having come to an end; passed: a spent era of opulence.
3. Depleted of energy, force, or strength; exhausted: At the end of the hot day the spent workers slept under a shady tree.
4. Nautical Of or relating to a vessel at the end of a voyage, with fuel, stores, and water consumed and cargo discharged.
via The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language

Definition of SPENT
1
a : used up : consumed
b : exhausted of active or required components or qualities often for a particular purpose
2
: drained of energy or effectiveness : exhausted
3
: exhausted of spawn or sperm
via Merriam Webster

Some Synonyms: all in, aweary [archaic], beat, beaten, bleary, burned-out (or burnt-out), bushed, dead, done, done in, drained, exhausted, fatigued, limp, played out, pooped [slang], prostrate, weary, tapped out, tired, tuckered (out), washed-out, wearied, wiped out, worn, worn-out

See who else is playing this week.

Ever meet someone that just turns you on like crazy?
Someone who makes you crave?

I rarely get to see her because she lives so far away, but she does it for me.
The touch of her skin, the taste of her neck, her fingers tracing their way across my body…
I want her until she drains every bit of sex from me and then I still want more.
She leaves me tired, broken, limp, and incapable of doing what I want, but still I want.
She forces my body to rise to the occasion one more time, maybe twice, sometimes three or four times against its will.
My mind begs my body for one more time before she has to leave again.
She makes it happen.

There are moments between the rapture.
There are moments we do not sweat.
There are moments when the games are set aside.
In these moments…
We talk, we daydream, we laugh, and we wish upon stars.

Toenails… yes they are painted. They usually are.
My wife often paints them in blues and purples. Those are my favorite colors for my own toes.
Sometimes I even paint them myself, but I get in trouble with my wife when I do because I usually pick grey tones, silvers, or blues with a tad of slate to them which my wife claims makes me look like I am dead or a monster of some sort.
This New years eve I believe the lovely creature who is the subject of this Wanton Wednesday post shall be painting them in a frilly color like pink.
I love pink on a woman’s toes, but not so much my own.
I shall not complain though. I will be having a happy New Years, and she can do whatever the heck pleases her.

Twist

“What do you think of this pic?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” she said.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
“No, I don’t feel much of anything about it.” she said.
“Well, I’m about to post it and I was wondering if you thought it was any good.” said I.
“People will see it and either be discussed, jealous, not give a shit, or think it is everyday life.” she said.
“I can dig that.” I said.

Two, three, four or more in a bed… What is normal to one person is odd to another.
What is acceptable to some is taboo for others.
For many it is a dream or even their wildest fantasy. For others it is daily life.
What we do is what defines us. What we don’t do is what excites us or causes us to experience strange gut reactions.
When I got ready to post this picture I had something completely different written up to go with it.
By asking someone what they thought of it my course was altered.
Instead of my witty jokes and references to song lyrics I give you babble.
For now I ponder what others will see in comparison to how my own minds eye has filed it away.