Red Region Inferno

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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.

Love & Lust
I have always separated these in my mind when it comes to relationships and sex.
Yet I have a lust for love, and I love to feel lust.
So intertwined are lust and love that many (if not most) can’t separate them in any way except as concepts. Nothing has caused more heartache in the world than love and lust. Nothing has caused more confusion.

When love and lust intertwine perfectly though… it is heavenly.

From Dictionary.com
love   [luhv]  noun, verb, loved, lov·ing.
noun
1.
a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2.
a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
3.
sexual passion or desire.
4.
a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.
5.
(used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would you like to see a movie, love?
6.
a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour.
7.
sexual intercourse; copulation.
8.
( initial capital letter ) a personification of sexual affection, as Eros or Cupid.
9.
affectionate concern for the well-being of others: the love of one’s neighbor.
10.
strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything: her love of books.
11.
the object or thing so liked: The theater was her great love.
12.
the benevolent affection of God for His creatures, or the reverent affection due from them to God.
13.
Chiefly Tennis . a score of zero; nothing.
14.
a word formerly used in communications to represent the letter L.

lust   [luhst]
noun
1.
intense sexual desire or appetite.
2.
uncontrolled or illicit sexual desire or appetite; lecherousness.
3.
a passionate or overmastering desire or craving (usually followed by for ): a lust for power.
4.
ardent enthusiasm; zest; relish: an enviable lust for life.
5.
Obsolete .
a.
pleasure or delight.
b.
desire; inclination; wish.

Bible Dictionary
Love definition

This word seems to require explanation only in the case of its use by our Lord in his interview with “Simon, the son of Jonas,” after his resurrection (John 21:16, 17). When our Lord says, “Lovest thou me?” he uses the Greek word _agapas_; and when Simon answers, he uses the Greek word _philo_, i.e., “I love.” This is the usage in the first and second questions put by our Lord; but in the third our Lord uses Simon’s word. The distinction between these two Greek words is thus fitly described by Trench:, “_Agapan_ has more of judgment and deliberate choice; _philein_ has more of attachment and peculiar personal affection. Thus the ‘Lovest thou’ (Gr. agapas) on the lips of the Lord seems to Peter at this moment too cold a word, as though his Lord were keeping him at a distance, or at least not inviting him to draw near, as in the passionate yearning of his heart he desired now to do. Therefore he puts by the word and substitutes his own stronger ‘I love’ (Gr. philo) in its room. A second time he does the same. And now he has conquered; for when the Lord demands a third time whether he loves him, he does it in the word which alone will satisfy Peter (‘Lovest thou,’ Gr. phileis), which alone claims from him that personal attachment and affection with which indeed he knows that his heart is full.” In 1 Cor. 13 the apostle sets forth the excellency of love, as the word “charity” there is rendered in the Revised Version.

Bible Dictionary
Lust definition

sinful longing; the inward sin which leads to the falling away from God (Rom. 1:21). “Lust, the origin of sin, has its place in the heart, not of necessity, but because it is the centre of all moral forces and impulses and of spiritual activity.” In Mark 4:19 “lusts” are objects of desire.

Three
Three is the first odd prime number, and the first lucky prime.
The sport I attempt to engage in is the triathlon which consists of three separate sports done in succession.
Counting to three is how many people get ready to cooperate in an endeavor or build up to completing an act. “1, 2, 3, GO!”
We all know that the “Third time’s the charm.”
Hinduism has Brahma the Creator, Vishnu the Preserver, and Shiva the Destroyer.
Jews and Christians have the three Patriarchs: Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.
Some have the Holy Trinity. (I was actually raised Lutheran myself)
Humans think of the universe as having three spatial dimensions. (though most don’t understand what it is they are doing to break it down into such dimensions)
Three strikes and you are out.
Goldilocks tasted three different bowls of porridge.
The Big Bad Wolf was after three little pigs.
There are Three Billy Goats Gruff.
The incarnation of fate has three faces. Clotho spun the web of life. Lachesis measured its length, and Atropos cut it. As one (together as a group or as a single entity depending on the myths you like) Fate was known as Moerae.
Since we are on mythology we can’t forget the three Furies.
There are three main horseman of the Apocalypse.
The nine months of pregnancy are commonly divided into three trimesters.
One of my favorite critters in all the world is the Three-Toed Sloth.
The most common fantasy held by males concerning group sex is to have a threesome.
A FMF threesome to be specific.
A little over a month ago I yakked about MFM threesomes which are also sometimes called a Devil’s Threesome or Devil’s Threeway in my Three To Tango post.
Today is not for the Devil.
Today is for the angels flesh.
Today is for the FMF threesome.

I actually perform much better in this situation than in any other. I find it completely natural and am able to flow like water through a river bed. Long ago I found this out and have had more FMF and FFM sexual experiences than one on one MF experiences throughout my life because of it. I am also better at propositioning two women than a single woman. I sometimes get anxious when it is time to go up to a single female and put on the moves. Not so if I am going for both. I never have been shot down when doing so, and that has allowed me to be very confident.
Once home and in bed it is the same.
In a one on one situation I feel pressure. I have a touch of anxiety. There is self doubt as to my skills.
I have never been criticized or anything, but still… I worry.
With two though I am the master. I know what to do. I can guide the action, make them flow with me, and each other if the vibe is right.
I started having such threesomes as a teen. Many of my first experiences entailed playful FMF threesomes.
I have been told by many women that I was “the best sexual experience ever” after such play.
It makes me feel good to know this, but it also gives me more anxiety about my one on one skills. I don’t think I suck in bed. Far from it, but I don’t know myself the king of such things.
I have been in both long term triad relationships and one on one. Long term is more comfortable for me in a threesome situation too. I worry less, I feel good, I excel at all points of life.
One on one I worry. I have anxiety about how well I am doing, if I am achieving what I should, my work, etc…

Far from being a wonderful gift, this is a curse.
Our society doesn’t like anything except a single male being paired with a single female.
Only couples are allowed.
One time flings and short term affairs are all that come easy for me. Once it becomes serious it becomes scary for people. “What would mother think?” is a big question that goes through a girls head. “People will think I am weird” rules the thought process. It makes things unsure. Fear takes over. On to the next short term fling or one night stand.

I am ruled by the number 3.
Three is the first odd prime number.
It is not always lucky.

Do you reminisce when the world quietly whispers in your ear?
Do pleasant thoughts of touches and laughs float through your mind when the business of the day is done?
Does a small smile touch your lips when you think back to what was almost?

I hope you do.
I hope you always will.
I shall.