Luscious

Sometimes, things are frankly luscious. Really. And when they're luscious, I want them to last forever, to take the moment and stretch it out, to connect and last. To pack it up and take it home, if you know what I mean. And bring it into the real life. Really. And on the off chance it could, I might. Or at least, I'd like to stretch the moment out.

This looks like fun!

I know... not much posting going on here...

Sorry about that... Life has been getting in the way of blogging.

I recently came upon the YouTube of porn: Shufuni. Here's one small clip; they have plenty.

Wow... Some things have gone viral

So, I know, I haven't been around much... well, busy?

Tonight, I stumbled upon this article from Reuters, and just had to drop by the Sausage Factory to share:

Brazilian court ordered the popular video sharing service YouTube, a unit of Internet search provider Google Inc., to be shut down until it removes a celebrity sex video from its site, a judicial clerk said on Thursday.

Daniela Cicarelli, a model and ex-wife of soccer great Ronaldo, sued YouTube after a video of her apparently having sex in shallow water on a beach with her boyfriend was posted to the site.

For days it was the most viewed video in Brazil.

Cicarelli and boyfriend Tato Malzoni filed to force YouTube to take the video down and demanded $116,000 in damages for each day the video remains up. Some copies of the video have been taken off the site but users have reposted it.

The case dragged on for several months before they filed a third suit in December requesting that YouTube be shut down as long as the video is available to users.

The court honoured that request on Wednesday, but legal experts say the ruling by the Brazilian court could be difficult to enforce in the United States, where YouTube is based.

Last year, a Brazilian court demanded Google disclose data on local users of its social networking site Orkut who had pages with content supporting racism or child pornography.

Google took down some of those Orkut pages but has said that under U.S. law it could not reveal user data.

Google was not immediately available for comment on Thursday.

Well, I don't know who Daniela Cicarelli is, but I know I like Brazilian women... So, with a little help, I found the video is still posted:



Let me tell you, the videography sucks, but damn it's hot... Not anywhere near X-rated, but likely not the thing you'd want of yourself floating around the Internet.

Enjoy!

Nurses. Nurses. Nurses. Naughty nurses everywhere.

You may remember back in November 2005, I had this thing going for nurses... and an idea for a strip club called The Emergency Room. Truth be told, I haven't gotten over the naughty nurse thing...

Today, I discovered that some entrepreneur has already done what I wanted to do... well, not quite, as it's not a strip club, but a little something a bit more mainstream. It's called the Heart Attack Grill. Notes their website:

The newspapers say, "Throw In-N-Out and Hooters in a blender, add a splash of television show Nip/Tuck and you have the Heart Attack Grill." Well that's close but it's certainly not the whole story. To be accurate you'd have to include the basic principles of Honesty and Simplicity. We apply these principles in the way that we treat two very important groups of people:

Customers

Ours is a world in which insane political correctness stands as a barrier between the average man and his pursuit of happiness, the Heart Attack Grill offers a well-deserved respite of comfort and simplicity. Pondering "Single, Double, or Triple" and "go with a Bud or go with a Heineken" are the toughest mental gymnastics that anyone should have to perform.

Just relax and eat. KEEP IT SIMPLE! Oh yeah, and how about being able to get your burger from a pretty girl with a smile on her face WHO SPEAKS ENGLISH?! The simple pleasures of a bygone era are still alive and well at the Heart Attack Grill.

Employees

Our employees receive the highest base pay in the industry and we have insurance programs available for both full and part-time employees. Rather than paying the lowest possible wages that we can get away with, we pay them the highest possible wages that we can get away with. Our Nurses* work hard and deserve to be rewarded by sharing in our success.

The element of sex appeal is prevalent at the grill, and we believe that our Nurses* are as socially acceptable as the all-American cheerleader. Our "famous" Nurses* are an important part of the Heart Attack Grill experience. We hire women who best fit the classic image of a loving and understanding confidant. Claims (by PC Nazis) that we exploit beautiful women are as ridiculous as saying the NBA exploits men who are tall and athletic. Our Nurses* have the equal right to use their female sex appeal and natural charm to earn a living as do actresses and super models. We applaud the women's rights movement because it guarantees that women have the right to choose their own careers. It should be known that women occupy the majority of management positions at the Heart Attack Grill.

One of the funniest things about the Grill is that some professional nurses believe that people will think the nurses at the Grill are real, medical nurses! They've been threatened with a lawsuit by the Arizona State Board of Nursing! To counter, they have a whole page dedicated to explaining that the Grill's nurses are only pretend.

I hate to think what they'd say about The Emergency Room strip club...

In the mean time, enjoy the nurses...

Oh, I miss the Eighties...

I was stumbling around the Internet and I came across this old Duran Duran video; made me wish I was twenty years younger...

All's well here in the Winky household. Although, I have to say, there's been no sex... Well, once since the little one arrived: a moment of coupling... that I swear was going to produce son number five... ;-)

Enjoy the video!

My absence... and the baby is here...

Well, gentle readers, yes, I've been off-line for quite a while. And, yes, the bambino has arrived... three weeks ago, now... Jane and baby are doing fine. We'll call the baby, here, Mason. He's cute, but unlike my other three sons, he came with a full head of hair. He looks nothing like me. I've been saying that the father is one of our neighbors; Jane says I'm way wrong.

Well, we are pretty certain he was conceived at an NCL party, although it was one when Jane didn't play, so I guess Mason is mine... even if he doesn't look at all like me.

Anyway, we're all well... except for Miller. At two-and-a-half, he's decided having a younger brother is not his cup of tea. He hates him. Miller will not even look at him. He'd toss Mason down the stairs, given the chance. The little monster.

Not much up on the sex front. My little yellow pills have really driven down my sex drive, and Jane's been on "pelvic rest" per orders from the doctor. That'll be over soon, and hopefully I can find something to bring my libido to the bedroom.

NCL is having their November social tonight; we're missing it. Too bad, too, because Nurse Betty wrote me and asked if I'd meet up with her. Her husband is out of town, and she is going to the party with his sub and wanted to play with me.

Not that I'd actually be able to get it up, but... The last time Jane and I went to NCL, I had some performance problems. Not sure if it was anti-depressants or the voyeurs... Turns out I'm not much for putting on shows.

Well, that's it for now... More to follow, and hopefully I'll get back in the swing of posting here at the Sausage Factory.

Oh, and by-the-by, I recommend using a reader, such as Bloglines, for your reading pleasure. I recently set up a Bloglines account and it's made it easier to read all sorts of stuff from the web, although it is becoming overwhelming.

I seem to always miss these events

One of the best ever
Originally uploaded by junior76.

Down at BAR, the girls dance on the tables; I always seem to miss "the good ones."

Not to fear, however, tomorrow night, Jane and I trek out to NCL... I'm not going to admit that I'm looking forward to it...

;-)

Smoking!

There's a medic for Mr. Winky
Originally uploaded by moonkingwalker.

I saw this picture while surfing flickr last night, and I was reminded of a trip to a strip club more than twenty years ago. I was visiting a friend in Springfield, Massachusetts, and we went to some dive and there I saw one of the most amazing things I've ever seen: a woman smoking a cigarette. Like the pic here, although I don't remember everything looking so clean and, er, eatable.

I hate cigarettes, though. Licking that would taste like licking an ash tray.

Anyway, things have been stumbling along. My libido is in the toilet; I think I may have reached a new low. Jane has been somewhat horny, and taking care of it herself. Last night, I fell asleep while rubbing her nipples. One minute I was all about it, and the next minute I was snoring logs. Boom.

We've both been having dreams that have had sexual content. The other night, she dreamt she slept with Paul -- I keep telling her she ought to at NCL; while she was frolicking with Paul in her REM sleep, I was getting it on with Liza, a fuck-buddy from graduate school years ago. I hadn't thought about her in a long while, but there she was in mind-generated living color.

Tonight Jane and I talked a bit, over roast chicken dinner, about our non-existent sex life. We need some chase, some newness, some extra excitement.

Perhaps it would help if Miller wasn't still in the family bed.

Poetry & Sex

While I ought to be conducting research or washing the dishes or drafting some report, I'm instead surfing the net, and I found this wonderful site, She asked me for a symphony (I only gave her songs): poetry and sex! What more could a person ask for?

Do visit.

My little piece of Chechneya

Yes, things have been quiet here at the Sausage Factory. I imagine we've lost all our regular readers.

Much has been going on; most recently I traveled to watch Zamira Dxhabrailova, the winner of the recent Miss Chechnyan contest; she's a keeper, eh? Too bad they nixed the swimsuit competition.

I wanted her to dress as a nurse during the dance portion and do a little bump-and-grind, but her handlers didn't like that idea. Too risque they thought.

Well, come on, I'm all about risque.

Of note recently is that Jane and I went to North Carolina Life recently for a hotel party. The theme was a hooker and pimp deal; Jane was the pimp; I was the hooker. Not a pretty picture, me as a hooker.

Had a pretty good time. They have this one room that's a grope room. When we first went to NCL, the room was always really dark; now they have strands of Christmas lights on the floor. If you stay in the room long enough, you can actually see what's going on. Jane thinks they added the lights to appease some men who were worried that some of those gropping on them were other men. Homophobia reigns in the swinger community.

Anyway, I was in there and there was a women on her knees giving a guy a sloppy blow job. Then she moved over to another guy. I asked if I could join in, and after a muffled yes, I moved between her legs and started licking her wet pussy. This must have gone on for a good fifteen minutes; I was beginning to get a crick in my neck. My dress -- remember, at this point, I was still dressed as a hooker -- was up around my waist and my hardon was pointed to the sky. I kept hoping some woman would come in and complete the chain. No such luck.

A little later -- after changing out of my skirt -- I was in the hallway talking with folks and one of the women I was with said she liked bald men. Not ten minutes later, she and I were in the grope room. Her pussy was sweet 'n salty tasting. Later she slurped on me, bringing me to a massive rupture, spraying all over; a fountain. We hooked up twice later in the evening, along with a half-hour bump and grind that left me dripping in sweat.

And the best of it? She's a nurse. Nurse Betty!

Hmmm, I wonder if she'd dress as a nurse for the next party. That would really fulfill all my fantasies.

There's a medic for Mr. Winky

There's a medic for Mr. Winky
Originally uploaded by blue4u2day.

So, last night, I got nothing. I come up all ready and randy, and Jane is whacked out and wouldn't respond to anything. It's like we're running on opposite cycles or something.

What I need, I suspect, is a little TLC from a nurse... I wonder what "the thing" is she has for me... not that syringe, I hope...

In Mr. Winky's dreams

In Mr. Winky's dreams
Originally uploaded by blue4u2day.

This is how it is in Mr. Winky's dreams.

Needless to day, that's why we call them dreams. Reality of late hasn't been so hot; we all seem to be running a bit high on hormones. Jane at least has an excuse; I'm not sure what my problem is.

Monday found me in the local emergency room for twelve bloody hours; I had a severe stomach pain (lower right); turns out it was... er... well, they don't know. I got some good drugs out if it, though, and proceeded to sleep for the next seventy-two hours. Straight. The boss wasn't too pleased I didn't show up to work, but, hell, I didn't care, did I. Nope. Not on those drugs.

Today, Jane's sister went to court for the auto accident she had a couple of weeks ago. She totalled her car; the cop charged her with reckless driving; the judge tossed her in the can for ten days, right then and there. Needless to say, this set Jane off on another tease.

Here it is, nearly one in the morning, and I'm thinking I'd love to go up and have a nice long screw with Jane. I want one where she's down on the bed, ass up in the air, grunting like a pig and screaming my name while thrusting back on my rod. One of those times when she loses everything and begs for my cum to fill her hot slash. "Cum in me. Cum in me."

Wait a minute, isn't that how we arrived at this very point in time? Ah, well, the good news is I've nothing to fear for the next eight months or so.

So, friends, ride on. And keep the raincoats in your car.

Indecision

My Inspirational Poster
Originally uploaded by Pussygirl.

Should I go out to the car and get the condoms?

Should I pull out?

What's a guy to do?

Jane...

... done got knocked up.

How the hell did that happen?

Guess I didn't make enough trips to the car.

Down for the count

I missed the women streaking down the hall.

I missed hooking up with Rebecca of John E. and Rebecca. A touch ago, I was midway in the hall talking with someone about "they can't fit any more people in the jacuzi; it's arms and legs everywhere" and I glanced to that end of the hall and noticed a crowd of people, including four or five folks buck naked, including one boner pointing straight out and Rebecca's ass and little boobs. I couldn't get away in time to find them.

Found Jane in the orgy room, racked out on the couch, eyes barely open, as a couple went at it on the bed, he eating her out, and her moans filling the silent room in a breathless cacaphony.

Jane is now in bed, asleep, and I'm headed there too. My eyes hurt. My legs hurt. Mr. Winky hurts. It's time to snuggle in bed with my Googly Bear. I'm down for the count.

I have a hickey on the tip of my penis

Okay, so, I'm in the grope room, alone, just zoning. Jane walks in.

"What you doing, honey."

Like she doesn't know I don't like crowds. I can hear the lesbian feast across the hall in the orgy room. Joanne discovered that one of the women attending has never been with another woman, so she decided to rectify that. They got the other woman in the orgy room in the center of the bed (actually, 2 queens pushed together) and then surrounded her. At one point there were seven women playing with this new-to-the-experience woman and about a dozen people (men & a few other women) standing around watching. So, I'm now sitting alone in the dark when Jane finds me.

I tell her I'm okay, and she says that Maryanne is looking for me.

"Send her in," I say.

So, Maryanne finds me and I suggest we go down to my room to mess around. And we do, meeting up with Jane in the hall. Starts out the three of us in bed, and after a couple of minutes of kissing and talking, Jane says she's leaving us and going off to find Paul. Maryanne and I are left to our devices.

I'll say this, and I don't mean to be cliched, but she can suck the chrome off a bumper. I don't know that I've ever experienced such vacuum forces on my penis. I came, and then she kept right on with it. I think I deflated for a minute, but then she sucked the blood right down into the little guy and he was hard again.

She was wet. She said, "Talk dirty to me. Pull my hair."

Okay. You know, when a woman asks, deliver.

I called her a slut. I talked about her wet pussy. I cajoled her. And then I slid a raincoat on the old guy, turned her onto her stomach, and pushed the old guy right into her wetness.

Damn.

My second at-bat went for a while, including a change of position. When I finally came, she was on her back, her legs wrapped around me, making tiny gutteral noises.

Meanwhile, Jane is drunk -- very drunk -- and out looking for Paul so she can "loosen him up."

"You go, girl. You go," I say.

Now, time to go find Rebecca. I wonder if she'll notice the hickey on the tip of my penis?

So, the game begins

I just sat down to blog and Jane is giving me grief about writing.

Earlier, Jane said we weren't allowed to have sex since we're married.

Maryanne's been coming on to me. She keeps saying I need to get drunk. So I don't remember. She wanted to dance, so we went down to the DJ room and danced a couple slow songs. I got hard and decided it was time for a refill and to see where things would lead.

So, we went back down the hall and I dragged Maryanne by her mardis gras beads into the room. I asked her why she wanted me drunk, and then suddenly we were kissing, and I pushed her against the wall. I felt her smooth skin with my hands. She said I was the unattainable one; like for sure, I thought.

And then she pulled away to head back out into the hall.

As I've been posting, Jane has been giving me shit since there's all that "sex stuff" and I'm sitting at the computer. As she just left, she told me that Maryanne was a sure thing.

Like I hadn't figured that out already. I'm not that dense. My question: can I get Maryanne and Rebecca at the same time?

Tour complete

We've done the tour. At the conclusion of the tour, I came on back here to our room. The party is outside our door; that's the congregating area. Maryanne and Joe were part of the crowd. I gave Maryanne a big hug and a kiss and then turned to Joe. He hates me. I think. I gave him a big hug and started lifting him off his feet. The crowd loved it.

Here's the situation, if you haven't read this entire blog. NCL is a swingers club. They get a floor or two at a hotel, and throw a little party. The rooms on the floor are either rooms for lodging (like our room) or theme rooms. And a safe room with food and drink. The safe room is exactly that: a place to hang out with no pressure.

The theme rooms include an orgy & mirror room, a Sybian room, a camping room (with a tent; great for exhibitionists and voyeurs), a grope room (totally dark), and a massage room (with x-rated videos playing).

Jane's here; she says I have to stop writing and socialize. I hate people.

Reporting live from North Carolina Life

Well, I made it. I'm currently at a Marriott-family property, the location of NCL this weekend. Jane is taking a little nap in preparation for the rigors of the evening. Me, I decided to blog a bit. My plan is to blog live throughout the night.

This decision to blog live is based on several assumptions:

1. I'm not going to get too much pussy. I'll have time to hide in the room and pound away on the keyboard for a few minutes every hour or so.

2. I'll be sober enough to find the room and the computer, and my fingers will still work on the keyboard.

3. I'll have something to say, at least about my voyeuristic experiences.

We arrived a bit before 3pm; my flight from Atlanta was uneventful, thankfully. Jane picked me up at the airport and we headed here.

A group of folks were unloading the equipment from a trailer. Lots of stuff. Tubs and boxes and whatever. The whole thing is very professional and business-like. When we checked in, Joanne was handling reception, and Paul was one of the guys schlepping stuff up to the party floor. It's been a while since we've been here. They've improved some of their processes, and now have a credit card swipe machine, a membership card maker, and are very organized. Or, perhaps the organization is because we were the first to register today. Anyway, we registered and she gave us our confirmation number which we provided to the hotel's front desk and then we received our room key.

We're on the party floor. We're in the middle of the party floor. We're right next to the elevators.

Not necessarilly a good thing; no privacy at all, and it is likely to be loud. But at least we have a balcony.

We went downstairs at one point, and Jane introduced me to a young couple in the lobby: John E. and his girlfriend, Rebecca. He's a little, er, short... He works at Osaka's with Jane. I gave them grief that pretty soon everybody from Osaka's was going to be at NCL. He seemed up for that. We decided that Joanne is recruiting.

I decided that if Joanne keeps recruiting cute girls like Rebecca, she can keep recruiting.

Jane just made an utterance. "I'm not going to get any sleep." Right outside our door it sounds like there are twenty people all doing a meet-and-greet. Screams of welcome.

Going to be long night, perhaps.