Archive for: ‘June 2007’

Oh Porn Crush, Where Art Thou?

June 30, 2007 Posted by suefairview

Gee, I wonder what my porn crush, Francesco D’Macho, was up to during Pride weekend in San Francisco. I checked his blog, and it has not been updated. What a bad boy, not updating Machotube! Bad boy Francesco! It was not until yesterday that the Hot House blog posted these photographs showing what a bad boy my porn crush had been over that weekend. What a bad boy! Having all that fun and not posting about it. Well, I will do it for him. Tsk, tsk. Some things are best done by one’s self. So here we go:


Here he is! You can see him on the right of his colleagues, of course he is the sexiest one of the bunch. Oh, Francesco, you are who I want to see coming to rescue me! Carry me off with your big strong arms! Love the sun glasses; very European and classy. I volunteered once for the fire department, and I looked nothing like that in the turnouts….

There seems to be a wardrobe malfunction in this shot. Butt, Francesco is the second from the left. See how high and tight and firm he is compared to everyone else. Okay boys, turn around!

Sigh. Francesco is a god. Look at that body. Lordy! I don’t know anyone else that could take a fireman’s coat and make it into such a sexy wardrobe item. Look at that expression on his face; it says I’ve got what you want and I know it. Come and get it. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll give it to you. By the way, that is a vintage Fire Truck that the boys are posing on.

Here he is pretending that the huge water gun is an extension of his, er, you know. The thing he should have won a Grabby for but got ripped off. Sigh. His is beautiful by the way. So thick, so long so perfect. Makes me want to li… Oh! What am I saying? That was close. This is just a fantasy and we are each spoken for. (Je suis très dèsolé Monsieur Sagat. )

Here is my porn crush cooling the crowd down with a super soaker. I am sure they needed it and not just from the hot day either.

So that is what my porn crush was up to last Sunday during Pride. If you would like to see more photos, go to the Hot House Blog. Gotta go swoon now. This old girl is due for lie down and I just wonder who she will be thinking of?

Pleasant Dreams

June 29, 2007 Posted by suefairview

Happy Pride! Here are all the Hot House Hotties on their Fire Truck to bring the heat to your dreams tonight! Mine is right in the middle… see him… oooh! Francesco! Baby, I am all yours! Light my fire! Which one is your hottie?

Honduran Hooky – Part 1, Arrival in Honduras

June 28, 2007 Posted by suefairview

In 2004, I had been back to work for 5 years since my brain surgery in 1999 and it had become a drudgery. I was exhausted and really needed a break. So Sean and I planned a vacation with the Woody and Katy and the rest of the dive group. We planned for some “Honduran Hooky”!

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For Sean, Woody and Katy it was a first trip to a Third World Country. We planned to visit the Mayan ruins in Copan for a few days before meeting up with the dive group in Roatan for the balance of the trip. Our departure date was February 11, 2004 and we arranged for a native guide, Carlos, to meet us at the airport and drive us to Copan.

We flew down on American Airlines through
Miami and found our next gate without problem. We relaxed over tiny cups of café Cubano while waiting for our connecting flight to San Pedro Sula, Honduras. The Miami Airport construction had been completed and all was in order there, unlike our previous visits where we had to run through a maze to make our flights. The next leg of the flight continued with out incident to San Pedro Sula. We deplaned and the airport seemed a very controlled environment in that there weren’t many people around. We soon found out why. We collected our bags from the conveyor belt and turned around and could see that the relatives of arrivals and riffraff were all behind the ropes and not allowed into the airport proper at all. It was a solid mass of people and pretty much daunting to think of wading into it.

Carlos

But there at the front was a man with a sign with our names. He was neatly dressed in a short sleeve shirt and slacks and had a mix of a Mayan and Hispanic facial features. We went over to him and he introduced himself as our guide, Carlos. We introduced ourselves. He helped us with our heavier bags and began to lead us out of the airport. On our way out, we were beset by people begging and selling little hand made dolls. There were adults, and families and children selling dolls. I and the men ignored them and I advised Katy to do the same. But Katy, who is a big softy, could not ignore the kids. She bought some dolls from a little girl. That was all the encouragement needed for her to attract a swarm of people begging and selling these little dolls. But we were close to our van now, and she was able to escape them by getting in.

A little girl selling the same dolls in Copan.

She looked a bit embarrassed, but said, “At least I got something for my money.” as she showed us the dolls she had bought.

Carlos got all of our stuff stowed in the van and we got on our way. He was very friendly and humorous and quite the story teller. But it was midday in San Pedro Sula, and we hit traffic leaving the city. So he told us about the high unemployment in Honduras and about the economy and about politics in general. We did see an inordinate number of healthy adults just standing around looking like they had nothing to do. He explained that in the smaller towns, police and army presences had been beefed up to control general unrest from these unoccupied people. But, it was felt and hoped that they would not make trouble for tourists, since tourism was a large part of the Honduran economy. But, there was a fear that Honduras was coming to resemble a police state.

The other issue Carlos discussed with us was child labor. He said that we would see little children at work. He explained that a 5 year old child could earn money in one day that was equivalent to that of an adult, and could be useful for his family just by picking coffee beans and filling a basket. So families would tend to send all of their children off to work rather than send them to school because they could not afford not to. There was no work for adults, but plenty for children. He said that he hated seeing the lazy adults stand around and send their children off to work.

Finally the traffic broke and we got out of San Pedro Sula and began the 160 km (99.4 miles) drive up into the tropical green hills towards Copan. The first little town we came to had a military checkpoint where all vehicles were stopped my men in uniforms with machine guns, and some vehicles were searched. We were stopped, but Carlos showed his tour guide papers and we were allowed to proceed without further ado.

Sophomore Year – Part 3, The Bodybuilder

June 26, 2007 Posted by suefairview

It was about mid-semester and I went up to Cornell to visit Tom again on a Friday night. I hung out at the Frat, playing pool with my brother and waiting for Tom to show up. He was uncharacteristically late. He strolled in around 10 pm and we went upstairs together. We stripped unceremoniously and he got on top of me and banged away until he was done, rolled off and went to sleep. It was completely unromantic and I felt as if we had been married for years. He sure wasn’t interested in talking about it the next day. His attitude was that I was expecting too much from him. I was pretty angry and voiced my displeasure.

That Saturday night, there was a big party at another Fraternity and I decided to go alone. I put on my best slacks and a pretty blouse, both of which I had invested in since I met my new classy roomies, and hit the party. This frat had way cooler guys than the one my brother belonged to. The frat house itself was Tudor in style. Most of the guys dressed in a preppie way and looked like they came from old money or better. I felt pretty because girls who attend Cornell are notoriously unattractive. So, I drew quite a bit of attention which was nice for a change. Cute guys were actually scoping me out!

I danced with a few guys, but this shorter body builder one really caught my eye. His name was Zach. I just wanted to touch him, his body was so entrancing. Even though he was wearing long sleeves, I could see that he was really muscular. It was obvious to me that he had done some bodybuilding. His thighs looked so thick; I just wanted to see him with his clothes off. I had never dated a bodybuilder before and was really curious. He was into me too and it didn’t take long for us to leave the party together and head to a dorm room that he had set aside in case he met someone that night.

As soon as we got into the room we began kissing furiously. He was like an animal in that his breathing became hard right away and there was a sense of urgency in all his moves. He undressed me with vigor, standing behind me and unzipping my slacks, unbuttoning my blouse. It was such a turn on. His breathing made a constant growling, grumbling noise that added an animalistic sensation to our encounter. His body was amazing. His chest was so broad and muscular, his thighs were solid muscle. I just wanted to face him and adore his naked body, the like of which I had never seen in real life before. To run my hands up and down his warm flesh and feel his huge muscles as they flexed would have been fantastic. My hands were so tiny compared to his larger muscle groups, which were so hard, like stone, but warm. He laid naked beneath me with his erection in my ass crack and played with my body as no one had before. I could feel his whole muscular body flex beneath me. He breathed in my ear roughly and had one hand on my nipple and the other one was working busily on my crotch. Every now and then his gentle kisses turned to playful, but painful bites. He claimed to have honed his technique on older women in his mom’s club in Florida. Thus he brought me to levels of ecstasy previously unknown to me. I squirmed with delight as he pleasured me. This growling and passionate animal of solid muscle beneath me, my god he was just so hot! He was like an orgasm ride, put in a quarter and get the ride of your life. But I did not have sex with him, because at that time I didn’t do that on the first date. He would only have been my second lover. Silly me.

So, I stayed the night. I used to enjoy lying curled up across his chest, around pec level with his arms circling me. But mostly we slept like spoons. He told me that there was a party the following weekend and could I come to that and I said absolutely. I was happy that we were going to see each other again so soon. He did not have all of the athletic obligations that Tom had, so we could see each other far more often.

The next morning I got dressed and it was time to go. I kissed Zach good bye but I really didn’t want to leave. He put his jeans and a shirt on and offered to walk me back to the frat. He walked me part way but was wary of going in since I had told him that my boyfriend was there and he didn’t like the idea of being beat up. So, we said our good byes again. I hugged that wide muscular body. God, I was going to miss that. I walked into the frat and who did I see on my way in? Tom. There I was in my last night’s outfit walking back in again and there was Tom. The message was clear. Our relationship was over. Tom didn’t look too upset and I sure wasn’t. I said my good byes to Verne and told him I would be up next weekend.

Zach Photo credit: Unnatural Devotions

Discovering Vasco da Gama: Mommy’s New Puppy!

June 25, 2007 Posted by suefairview

Mom is just thrilled with her new little ball of white fluff Portuguese Water Dog. He weighs in at 10 lbs and 4 oz and the vet says he is healthy as can be and ready for love. He is so active when awake that it is hard to take a photo that is not just a blur. So far, he enjoys sitting at mom’s feet, on laps, playing with his many toys, zipping around the yard, eating his food, pooping outside (that’s right, he lets her know when), peeing when and where he can, though if there’s paper available he will use it. He is a friendly and loving puppy and mom is very pleased with the job that the breeder did with the puppy testing. Here is your Vasco fix: