Gut Rumbles

November 17, 2003

red toenails

I am a hopeless fetishist about a few womanly attributes. I freely admit that fact.

Pretty feminine feet with red toenails turn me on. In fact, they drive me CRAZY! I find myself watching commercials and HBO movies that feature half-nekkid wimmen and I'm looking at their FEET, for crying out loud. I am one sick puppy.

I like dangly earrings on pert, feminine ears. I like to kiss a woman's ears and feel the jewelry on my tongue when I nibble around her lobes. I like it when she gets goosebumps from being kissed that way.

I find a woman's navel very sexy. I've been known to drink wine out of that loving cup before. I enjoy doing that.

I like to kiss a woman on the neck. I must have some vampire blood in me, because that really makes me excited, especially when I feel her hair on my face and she arches her head back to give me better access. Something about kissing a woman on the neck while she encourages me to do so just makes me feel... evil, and I LIKE that feeling.

I like feeling a woman's hands on me. I don't mind if they scratch and claw a little bit, either. Yeah. Rake my back as long as I can kiss your neck. It's a fair deal in my book; just let me feel your hands on me.

I like a woman who sleeps with her ass pressed up against my front and enjoys having my arm across her breasts. I also like it when I want some more in the middle of the night and she purrs like a kitten as I ease myself inside her from behind, and she snuggles her ass even closer to me. That's VERY good.

Okay, that's enough pornography for one night. I'm getting myself all worked up.


A man in a dress shirt with the tie pulled slightly loose, (where you get just a peek of the white teeshirt underneath) gets me everytime. I see guys like this and I want to drag them into the supply room and have my way with em. grrrrrrrr;-)

Posted by: wanda on November 17, 2003 04:52 PM

Acidman, that just wasn't fair. You aren't here to scratch my itch. Just wait until I get my nails into your back! I won't be letting go anytime soon. And my neck is so sensitive to kisses! Damn, I've got to stop now, too.

Posted by: Lady Mae on November 17, 2003 05:21 PM

On second thought, I'd like to give you special kisses and licks that will be so hot that you'll be grabbing and bending the wrougt-iron headboard of my bed. It's real wrought-iron, too. None of that hollow brass stuff.

Posted by: Lady Mae on November 17, 2003 05:34 PM

And just what do you think you've done to other woman who just know they'll never have a chance to find out what you're like up close and very ain't fair, A-Man !!

Posted by: MommaBear on November 17, 2003 06:05 PM

*sigh* just.....*sigh*

Posted by: Charmed on November 17, 2003 06:08 PM

Lady Mae, you call yourself a "lady"? Where I come from ladies don't act/talk like that.

Posted by: Alaska Kim on November 17, 2003 06:08 PM

I'm partial to boobage and generous hips, myself. All that finger-/toenail stuff is fine, but it's not like the real thing.

Posted by: Kim du Toit on November 17, 2003 06:11 PM

You're giving the big A a chubby over here, bro. And yeah, count me in among the hips fans.

Posted by: Allah on November 17, 2003 06:16 PM

Tubing down the Guadalupe river in Texas 2 years ago, I was fortunate enough to suck freshly pedicured and red-painted toenails as we drifted, thereby "toeing" her along.

Nah, it is not the same as "boobage and/or generous hippage", but say "goodgoddam!!", there is something about it that flips my switch and hers! Rewards always follow.

Posted by: MARCUS on November 17, 2003 07:03 PM

Rob, ya bitch-slapped the muse here, again. With your indulgence, sir?


A warm, moonlit night on the water, under sail on a long, beam reach. Fresh breeze, gentle waves and nothing but horizon on the bow.

Music, just barely loud enough to be heard, yet, not interrupting the mood.

Rounding up into the wind, the anchor is dropped and the boat swings 'round as the hook is set. Hurrying slowly (yes), the galley is opened and put to use.

Shortly, a modest feast comes forth, served abovedecks upon the cockpit table. A brass, hurricane lantern competes with the moon, and loses, but is content in it's defeat to shine gently o'er the fare.

Succulent, greedily consumed by hungry lips, hot, spicy and flavorful. Dinner ignites other, deeper hungers, soon to be explored.

The wine flows freely, but not to besot. Fuel for the fires though, and the sweeter for it.

Moments are savored as time is lost. Talk of lives, loves, losses even, open further the souls, and make ready the hearts.

Now then, the dance is begun, the cabin grows warm and close. Waves smile upon the boat, taking the rocking they find, as compliments to their toils.

Dawn comes unbeknownst, yet, the morning is sweet and the sun is soft. And welcomed.

Sloop New Dawn
Galveston, TX

(with a apologies to Rob again for the bandwidth)

Posted by: Jim on November 17, 2003 07:08 PM

Beautiful, Jim. Thank you.

Posted by: Ms Anna on November 17, 2003 07:19 PM

Alaska Kim,
Men usually appreciate a lady in public, but have other desires between tangled sheets. Acidman was definitely talking about tangled sheets, and so was I.

Posted by: Lady Mae on November 17, 2003 07:29 PM

You sentimental fool. So, you are a romantic. And you wanted us to think you were cranky. LOL

Posted by: Wichi Dude on November 17, 2003 08:34 PM

Ms. Mae, I'm not a man, and I could be wrong, but I would venture to guess that part of the thrill for the man is the chase. I'm reminded of the movie Cocktail where Tom Cruise is running his own bar in Jamaica, hanging out with some of his buddies and a beautiful older-than-him woman walks up to the bar and orders a drink. Watch the movie, but your posts certainly reminded me of what Tom says to his buddies when they bet him he can't get the woman in bed: "It wouldn't be any fun if she fell over with her legs in the air now would it?"

Come to Alaska where there is only about one woman to every 6 or 7 men. You wouldn't have to throw yourself at men like that.

But then again, that's just my frost-bitten opinion.

Posted by: Alaska Kim on November 17, 2003 08:38 PM

Jim, Sloop New Dawn
How Romantic, Perhaps I should throw my line into Galveston Bay.It's closer than Georgia from Arkansas. Lady Mae is too much competition. Or is she? I like to keep my secrets to myself. What is your Blog address? Perhaps I'd enjoy reading your Blogs.

Posted by: Lexia on November 17, 2003 09:17 PM

Dad-burn it!

What is it with you bloggers and all the sex-talk?

Now I'm gonna have to go get the wife in the mood again, and that's work!

But it's good work, and there will be toes, legs, hips, soft music, conversation, hand-holding, nibbles, and of course, boobs involved.

I'm just saying, damn!

Posted by: LoneStar on November 17, 2003 09:56 PM

After reading Acidman's post and then reading Jim's comment in here....mmmm...all I can say is HOT DAYUM!!
I think it's gettin' kinda warm in here.

Posted by: Cindi on November 17, 2003 10:30 PM

Ha ha Jim! I just became the envy of many women, being just minutes from you. ;)

Posted by: DeAnna on November 18, 2003 01:48 AM

I'm still waiting to get my earrings, necklace, and t-shirt back from just over a year ago.


All that sex talk is fine and dandy, Gut, but I want my stuff back!

Posted by: Da Goddess on November 18, 2003 02:47 AM

I've got the necklace, but I don't have the earrings. WHAT earrings? I don't remember those. But I've got a genuine Jawja Blogger tee-shirt for you.

I'll put that stuff in the mail today.

Posted by: Acidman on November 18, 2003 08:20 AM


And that goes for you too, Jim! (...I didn't know ya had it in you...)

A question for ALASKAN KIM:
Would you have an issue with this post if it had been written by Lady Mae rather than Acidman?

Or was it just the phrasiology of Lady Mae's comments that you found to be particularly shameless?

(I'm just curious. Feel free to e-mail me if you don't want to answer here.)

Posted by: Key on November 18, 2003 09:34 AM
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