HavaCat.

My husband is a bit...dense sometimes. My neighbor is off on vacation and she asked me to check on her cat. I'm sort of the pet sitter for the neighbors so its a regular thing. Anyway, she's Jewish, from Israel, and her name is "Hava". 

I left myself a note on the counter next to her keys which said "Hava Cat". My husband saw it, and being...how he is...asked me why I wanted him to "Have a Cat". It took me a moment until I realized he saw the note and thought it was a directive with typos.

One more reason why there are so many...beatings.  :)

Happy Merry Festivus!! :)

 Frank Costanza: No. Instead, there's a pole. Requires no decoration. I find tinsel distracting.

Frank Costanza: The tradition of Festivus begins with the airing of grievances. I got a lot of problems with you people! And now you're gonna hear about it!

 

 

 

 

Twas the Night before Christmas Cuckold Poem.

Its now an annual tradition for me to repost this. I wrote it a few years ago and repost it every Christmas because I am wayyyy to lame to write a new one. :)

 

 

 

 

(My husband is out of town again. God, I'm bored. So as we are getting inundated with Christmas.....everything....carols, ads, sales, music, shows etc, I heard part of the original and decided to take a couple moments to rewrite it to suit my Christmas wish list. The fact that one of my lovers names is Nick, made it even more accurate.)

Make me Come ! Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my home Not a cuckold was stirring, not even a moan. My stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that my lover soon would be there.

My cuckold was nestled all snug in his bed, While nightmares of used condoms danced in his head. And me in my ‘slutgear', and having a night cap, Had given up on my Bull, and settled for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my vibrator to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and began fingering my gash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But my lovers car, coming ever so near.

With a well hung driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be Bick Dicked Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called out my name!
"Now Hotwife! Now, Cougar! Now, Slut-Chick and Vixen! On, Cock! On, Balls! On ride me to Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now strip away! Disrobe away! Tear away all!"

As dry as an unused pussy is before the wild hurricane fly, Which moistens quickly meet with a hard cock, wit an unzipped fly. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With his balls full of superior sperm, and maybe seconds too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The grunting and groaning of each massive hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney Big Dicked Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in denim, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of condoms he had flung on his back, And he looked like a perfect Stud, just massaging his erect pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His smiling mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the perfect teeth as white as the snow. 
The stump of his cock-pipe he held tight in his hand, And the bit of pre-cum leaking and large balls proved he was a real man. He had broad shoulders and a nice tight belly, That heaved and pulsated, as my knees turned to jelly!

He was erect and primed, and cock sure of himself, And I squirted and moaned when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I should show him my bed.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled up my pussy, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of my clit, And giving a nod, he pounded away at my wet slit!
He banged and pounded and fucked away, inside my pussy which was quite splayed, And I was thrilled and coming from finally getting layed. But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas Vanessa, hope your cuckold enjoys the "extra thick and sticky egg nog" I left him to lick up and to all a great cuckold good-night!" 

(God, I'm bored.) :)

His Cock Punched Her Prostate?

Her prostate?

Really?  :)

 

 

 

Meanwhile...somewhere in Canada...:)

 

All The News That's *Not* Fit To Print! :)

AI Knows It When AI Sees It, Unless “It” Is A Sand Dune

 

From the 16th-century to men's rights activists: The history of the insult 'cuckold'.

 

Another great actor lost to alcohol and drugs.

 

 

A Gazelle entered a shop in Colorado. The owner decided to give him some chocolate and biscuits. He left and half an hour later he came back bringing his entire family.

 

 

Adam Hill, Sigiriya, Sri Lanka.

 

 

Britain’s favourite kinky sex act revealed – it might surprise you.

 

 

Xmas Gift Ideas, Sex Toys And Important Exceptions

 

Christmas gift? I got your "gift" right here Santa.  :)

 

 

Loud orgies of Mexican fish could deafen dolphins, say scientists. 

 

 

Alternative Materials for Building Things - Hemp, Wicker, Triple Wall Fiberboard.

I've always been interested in using "nonmainstream" materials for creating things. Substances like hemp, wicker, Triple Wall fiberboard, really anything that's recyclable, renewable and not based on petroleum products or cutting down forests for one use products. Its not new. Its just not known as much due to the ease of buying so many things made out of plastic. Prior to about 100 years ago or so, people made most things out of wood, reeds, sod houses, hemp, animals skins and so on.

 

For example:

 

Henry Ford beating on his  'plastic hemp car' in 1941, with a big hammer to prove its durability.

 

All the items below are made from Triple Wall fiberboard and/or cardboard...or both.

The ingenuity is amazing.  Contrary to what some believe, its stronger than many other types of wood (such as Balsa wood etc.) because it....is wood.

Comes from trees. :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Mormon War on Porn: Slutever. MormonGirlz.com

The Mormon War on Porn: Slutever Lesbian Pornstar Chick.

MormonGirlz.com

Utah has started a war against pornography. In 2016, Utah became the first State to officially declare porn a public health crisis, claiming porn has “detrimental” effect on brain function, contributes to “emotional and medical illnesses,” and gives rise to “deviant sexual arousal.” But with the science being murky at best, is this just Mormon morality infiltrating Utah legislation?

Porn is obviously a polarizing topic. The LDS Church ("Mormons") perpetuate the belief that porn addiction is a “plague like we have never seen,” however, the psychiatric community does not even recognize porn as a clinical diagnosis. So, is porn actually contaminating our brains, or is this symbolic porn ban just a way of shaming Utah residents for their sexual desires? Having sprung out of this repression, the pornography site MormonGirlz.com, founded by a lapsed Mormon, directly plays on LDS inspired sexual oppression for the sake of titillation - illustrating the ultimate backlash against suppressed sexual desires.

In this episode of Slutever, Karley travels to Utah to investigate the state's complicated, illicit and shamefully sexy world of porn. Karley speaks to members of Mormon church and other porn-haters at Utah’s annual anti-porn convention, and spends some quality time with erotically-liberated resistance.

Domination and Submission Dreams.

(Post below I wrote on my other blog, which Google deleted.)  :)

 

 

I am not one who usually recalls most of my dreams. I sleep well, pretty solidly, few hours per night but overall pretty quiet and comfortable.

So it's rather bizarre this dream I had last night. (My "night" starts when the sun comes up and I sleep to about noon.) Anyhow, it was a sort of,,,, I guess my own version of One Thousand and One Nights. It was in a series of huge tents, the interior of which were covered with Persian carpets, rugs, blankets, chiffon drapes, wall hangings and so on. Oddly enough, the wood furniture was a mixture of brocade and even some rococo thrown in, which made no sense, but dreams rarely do.

There was a nonstop beating of drums, background, just a tempo that pulsated and pushed forward the emotion and seemed to set on fire the scents, other sounds, the smells was what one would expect from incense, fires, fabrics and a variety of foods and wines. Everyone was in Harem type clothing and everyone also was youngish, very lean and muscular, tanned, toned, sweaty and hot. Expect for many, maybe most of the women were very pregnant. The guys were all muscular and lean, in that way where they have the veins sticking out, and those veins that lead downward into their pubic hair, like arrows or a roadmap pointing out the way to the "goods".

Even though it was an orgy of sorts, no one was nude. The "complex" was like an endless stream of tents connected by passageways, sort of like hallways going from bedroom to bedroom. I was just walking around, watching other people having sex, all kinds of sex. Some people were being spanked and whipped. It seems like it was a mixture of equal parts male dominant and female dominant. Or maybe everyone were switches, hard to remember. The punishments were fast, severe and furious, very intense. No one seemed to mind, it just made things hotter.

At some points the drums would increase in speed, sort of like it was a pre-planned point in the "festivities" were it was supposed to be a simultaneous orgasm maybe? At the same time everything seemed random, as I said, anyone would step up to anyone else and dominate them. There was a great deal of thigh spanking, of course everyone had perfectly toned and well muscled thighs. People were just forcing others to lick, suck, swallow and they were fucking each others anywhere and everywhere. I don't seem to recall me taking part in anything other than just watching in fascination.

I woke up very tired, sort of foggy. I wasn't wet, my pussy felt "fat" (ask your girlfriend or wife if you need to) and that's about it. Maybe tonight will be part two. :)

 

Feds agree to 75/25 pot revenue split with provinces.

Why oh why must American politicians be so...fucking stupid?  :)

 

FinDommes - Online Dommes - Fake Dommes - Rent-A-Dommes: Bit of a Rant Here. (Rantatrix?) :)

 

 

I know that being an adult and facing reality is tough. I fully realize that you are under the impression that just because you were born with a "Vag" you are entitled to a lifetime of free: Money, Cars, Homes, Artwork, Food, Wine, Smokes, Gum, Clothes, and Bedazzled Bling. I get you would hate to actually have to work for any of those things. An education is always a good idea. Sure, college is hard, you would have to open a book, and do that whole "reading" thing.

 

So, to aid you in your new found efforts at being a lame ass, lazy, useless blight on society, and to ensure I don't have to support you by paying for your welfare:

A "Party Whip" is: Noun 1. party whip - a legislator appointed by the party to enforce discipline : legislator - someone who makes or enacts laws.

This is not the same as where you go to a party and whip people for cash.

A "Cuckold" is: cuck·old (kkld, kk-) KEY
NOUN: A man married to an unfaithful wife.
TRANSITIVE VERB: cuck·old·ed, cuck·old·ing, cuck·olds
To make a cuckold of.

It is not a "cockhold" (although you can hold a cock for $5). It is not a "cuckhold" and it is not a "cockold" (although some cocks are old and you know that sucking on an old cock can earn you an extra $5.)

A "Bull" is what a cuckoldress (hotwife, cheating wife) may date and fuck. This is not the same as the "Bull" you spew about your so called talents and skills. See the difference?
"Bull" is a well hung guy who fucks hotwives.
"BullShit" is what you try to tell people so you can make $5.

A "pimp" is the guy that takes part (most) of your money. You probably call him an "agent/body guard/driver/companion/photographer/secretary/DJ/ or whatever other title. But the reality is that the guy that helps any woman with any of the above "services" is a pimp. Deal with it.

"Taxes". This is what honest people pay when they have income to help keep our country and government functioning. See, unlike your maxed out credit cards and overdrawn bank account, some of us actually run legit business's and pay taxes to help support things like our: Military, Police, Firemen, Teachers and so we can have things like roads/schools/libraries/parks/bridges/etc.

"Texas" is a state that is large and somewhat diverse. While it does have many decent people living there, it also is one of the most repressive states, has more than their share of rednecks, religious fundies and people like George Bush.

Lastly, just because I create & sell adult products & books does not mean I am part of your "You Go Girlfriend Sisterhood" where you (wink/wink) assume that I'm "down" with you doing, saying, acting in any perfidious manner to separate a guy from his cash. I have no problem with the exchange of money for sex (Gash for Cash?) nor anything to do with the adult entertainment world. However, I do believe in honesty, ethics & value for dollar. Don't "friend" me on social media assuming that I want Private Messages from you asking me how to be a "FinDom" because I detest the Findom thing.

 

 

Strippers, hookers, concubines, escorts, street walkers....earn their money. They provide a service and in exchange are remunerated. That's commerce. Begging, demanding, asking for, asserting that guys should send you money because you posted a photo of your tits (or someone's tits) is not really a job. Its simply online panhandling.  (Panhandleatrix?)

 

 

You're clogging up the Internet "tubes" with about quadracatillion billion messages, posts, Tweets and so on with the same boring, cut and paste, clueless, shallow, facile, vapid, vacuous "Female Superiority Dominatrix Goddess" tripe...and its horribly written. A cursory and perfunctory glance at your "Dominatrix Verbiage" proves you have no experience, no true interest, no affinity for, any of the mental, emotional, physical and spiritual aspects of a Female Lead Relationship. 

 

Don't despair cupcake (Cupaketrix?) eventually you'll find some nice neighborhood boy who you'll marry and things like work, paying, bills, acquiring property, security and responsibility will no longer be an issue for you. So much for parity, equality, feminism, women's rights...yes? But if it means you'll stop spamming me and others....its worth the setback.  :)