Monday, August 31, 2009
Perhaps it stems from my having grown up during the Sixties. The contrast between my father's flat-top haircut and Jim Morrison's softly curling locks was quite shocking, and whatever you think about him or his music, you can't deny he had sexy hair!
This may also be why I've always liked the Indians better than the cowboys in all those old westerns I used to watch. They were pretty hot, too.
I think sex with a guy with hair down to his waist would be fabulous, if only for the novelty factor. These days most men don't have any hair at all. I find it very sad that the pendulum has swung once again to the shaved head look, which I consider to be rather creepy, not to mention unflattering to most men.
*sigh* Maybe in another twenty years or so, they'll start letting it grow long again.
I just hope I live long enough to see it happen.
And now for the travelogue of my trip to the lake! The rest of the gang didn't want their pictures posted on the Internet, so all you get are pictures of me. Good thing I posted the hunk first. . . .
The drive down was quite uneventful. Suzie and Angela had both worked the night before, so I drove over to Suzie's house and then drove her truck and the boat from there. It was a pretty quiet drive with both of them trying to get some sleep. We stopped for lunch in Cave City and then drove on to Glasgow to stock up on supplies at the Walmart there. We got to the house at about four or so. I forget what we had for dinner that night, maybe it was just sandwiches, and we watched He's Just Not That Into You after Suzie and I fiddled with the connections to the DVD player and the TV for a while. It's never simple. Sometimes it takes hours to figure it out--though it's easier now than it used to be when there was a Dish cable added to the mix. Don't know what I did, but I took everything apart and then put it back together and it worked. Not a bad movie, either.
Lovely place, that house. It's a spacious, airy place on a hill above the lake near the bridge that crosses it. It's not alone there on the hill, but the other houses are mostly vacation homes, so there aren't many people living there at any given time. The next morning we took the boat down to the dock and launched it after Suzie and Angela replaced part of the carpet. I must say here that Suzie's boat is a rather ancient pontoon, and it's always a crap shoot as to whether or not it will start. But it behaved itself this time and started without a grumble. We spent the day in a cove on the lake, drifting on our floats and listening to music on Suzie's XM radio. Very peaceful! Don't I look like a relaxed beached whale????
Terri came down on Tuesday night and we had hamburgers cooked on the grill for dinner. I say all of this like it happened easily, but nothing ever is. Suzie had to go up to the store for more propane for the grill, and the music on the boat almost didn't happen. Suzie thought her speakers had gone bad until I got out of the water and discovered she hadn't flipped the switch that turned on the plug for her power supply. We work well together, don't we? Sort of like the way it is at the hospital. We watched You, Me, and Dupree that night. Not bad, really, but I've never cared for Matt Dillon.
Somewhere in there--must've been Wednesday night--I made Chicken Piccata, which everyone seemed to enjoy--even though I had no wine to put in it. Pickett county is dry, so all I had was a bottle of Corona that I'd brought along. The local grocery was out of cooking wine--can you guess why? It was slightly bitter from the beer, but other than that, it tasted fine. I also made a chocolate pie, but the chocolate was old and had been in our plastic stash tub along with some Matchlight charcoal for several years and had picked up the lighter fluid smell. I didn't think it was fit to eat, but we added some Dove chocolates that Suzie had and it wasn't too bad. Of course, by then I'd convinced everyone that it was terrible, so I got to eat most of it. My strategy worked!
I fixed breakfast of bacon, toast, scrambled eggs with cheese every morning and then we'd head out to the lake. Thursday morning it looked like rain, so we decided to go ahead and pull the boat out and spend the day at the house. Suzie and Angela went to town for a while, but I was reading Kendra's latest book and decided to stay and read. It was nice to have some time alone. Sometimes you need that.
I had my guitar and amp with me, and I played by myself off and on and then we had a little sing along on Wednesday evening. Nobody got drunk that night, so we were pretty tame, really. We watched Australia on Thursday and then had steaks cooked on the grill for dinner--at about 10:30! I didn't sleep very well that night and dozed a bit on the drive home. Actually, the only drinking I did was a margarita on the lake on Wednesday which made me feel like crap the rest of the afternoon. Drinking during the day just doesn't work for me.
Of course, the best part was getting home to my own bed and my sweetie! I know they say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I've always been pretty fond of him whether I've been absent or not!
Sunday, August 30, 2009
No, I haven't forgotten Raphael. He's still my favorite, even after Derrick and Justin and all the rest.
And of course we all still love Benji. . . .
But then, there is Marco Dapper. OMG!!!!!
As always, I'm blogging on Wickedly Romantic today. There's another tattooed hunk there for your enjoyment, so come on over!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
I don't know his name, but he's pretty cute and he has a tattoo. Nuff said!
For those of you looking to get your own tattoo, I though this one was nice. Of course, it helps to have a body like that! Photo courtesy of Diva Donna!
Wait a minute!!! How did THAT one get in here?????
Guess what happens in Gatilinburg doesn't always STAY in Gatlinburg. . . . .
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Here's another one Donna sent me. Now, you know how I feel about guys with no hair (hate them!) but this was a very interesting tattoo, nonetheless.
Enjoy the day!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
We've seen this guy from a couple of different angles, and I think you'll recognize the starburst tattoo below his belly button. I chose him for Wednesday for obvious reasons!
And here's another nice tattoo for those of you who prefer the rear view.
Enjoy your Hump Day!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Click on the picture for a better view of the tattoo. . .
and other things. . .
And for those of you who prefer the celebrity tattooed hunk, it just doesn't get any better than Johnny Depp!
Monday, August 24, 2009
This is Billy Brandt, a little more grown up since last we saw him. Not quite as cute as he was at 18, but, hey, we all got troubles. . .
Also, we have Raffaelo Balzo, who Lisa recently discovered. I know there are no tattoos, but click on him and feast on those fabulous eyes!
And now, by popular demand, here's another short story by our own
Hunkybuns Inspector Ana!
The man truly had a way with words. And he spoke with such intelligence and confidence that Tempest found herself turned on a lot. She was in the back of the small lecture room listening to her mate Tate, well Dr. Tate, Professor of Anatomy, speak to his students about the homework he wanted them to get done. She had snuck into the room as he was finishing up his notes on the overhead.
The class ended and a couple of students asked him some questions before she was left alone with him. He hadn’t noticed her yet but she knew the truth. He could sniff her from a mile away if he wanted to. Ah the wonders of being with a werewolf. She walked down the small steps dressed in a tan raincoat since it had been sprinkling all weekend. Her long hair was pulled up into a bun and her sneakers squeaked a little on the last step. “Professor, if I may, I have a question.” She murmured since he was looking down at some papers he was to grade.
He smirked. “Yes Miss…” He looked up. “Ah Miss Tempest, yes of course. What question did you have for me?”
She stepped a little closer to his desk shuffling her feet lightly. “There was a part of the lesson I didn’t quite understand.” She pointed down to the textbook page his hand was resting on. “The part where the woman’s clitoris is an erogenous zone? How does that work?”
He looked up again and smirked as he walked over locking the door drawing the blinds down before walking back over to the desk. “Well Miss Tempest I think I could explain better if I could demonstrate it to you by physical example.” He told her, his face serious.
She blinked, and tried to look innocent though she was hiding a grin. “Well Professor, I’m not sure that sounds appropriate. That sounds to me like something that would involve us getting naked.”
“But of course. Anatomy is the study of the body you know. How can you study the body if clothes impede the way? I want you to understand the matter entirely. If it helps I’ll remove my clothes first. Do you have any questions about the male anatomy before we move on to the clitoris?”
She tried not to lick her lips at the thought of Tate naked. She nodded slowly. “Oh yes Professor, I believe I do. I think I may understand the male anatomy better if I had a real model to look at.”
“And who am I to deny any of my students? Fine, I’ll show you everything you need to learn this subject better.” He straightened up and toed off his black loafers and socks. Then he proceeded to strip his dark green tie and button up white shirt. As he unbuttoned Tempest tried not to moan at the delicious skin revealed underneath. He took off his black slacks last and Tempest almost creamed herself when she saw he was going commando and his cock was standing up proud, and craving attention.
“Oh Professor…” She cleared her throat. “I don’t know where to start.”
“Well that’s why we’re here to learn right? When you look at a model in a text book what do you think of looking at first?”
“May I touch you Professor? I’m a hands on learner.”
“Yes you may as long as it’s for learning.”
“Oh yes Sir, it’s going to be for learning.” She murmured as she walked around him looking him up and down. She trailed her fingers lightly across his shoulders feeling him shiver when she traced her fingers down his chest. “Are all males as built as you Sir? I mean are all the muscles defined just like yours?”
“No. I take great care of my body and work out regularly. I’m afraid not every male is like that.”
“I see.” She stopped at his backside and trailed her fingers down his back lightly scraping the spot where his spine ended, feeling him tense a little. “Even your gluteus maximus is quite defined Professor.” She walked back to his front and looked down. “Are all, what is the correct word? Ah yes, are all penii, pointing up like that all the time?”
He cleared his throat. “No, most penii are soft unless aroused as mine is.”
She looked up at him. “And why is your penis aroused Professor?” She asked and gulped softly at the hungry look in his eyes.
“Well that’s a lesson for another day. Now, the clitoris? You wanted to know how it could be an erogenous zone yes? Take off your clothes and sit on the desk. I’ll show you that lesson well.”
She glanced over at the desk biting her lower lip lightly. “Are you sure Professor? Can you show me well on the desk?”
“Without question. Now if you want to learn, do as I say.”
“Yes Professor.” She took the raincoat off and loved the look on his face when he saw that she only wore a black lace bra and panty set. She toed off her sneakers and socks. “Did you want me to remove these as well?” She asked lightly tracing a thumb along the edge of her panties and bra. She saw him nod and she smiled as she removed them placing them on top of her coat. She used his chair to sit on the desk comfortably. “Like this Professor?”
“No. Spread your legs.” He said and smiled when he saw her blush softly. “Your clitoris is hidden. I can’t show you how pleasurable it can be if you don’t let me see.”
She nodded and slowly opened her legs, knowing she was a bit wet.
“Ah yes, much better.” He murmured sitting in his chair situating his upper body between her legs. He slowly spread her pussy lips with his fingers growling softly when he saw how wet she was already. “Let me know how much you enjoy this. I need to make sure my research about the clitoris is correct okay?”
She was trying not to moan already at the way he exposed her to the cool air of the classroom. She simply managed a nod.
He brushed his thumb along her clit and smirked when her hips jerked lightly.
“P-Professor I’m not sure I can h-handle this.”
“Ah but you must. You were curious about this right? I must teach you the lesson properly.” He explained and then she gasped loudly as he leaned in and swiped his tongue against her clit.
“Oh Professor please!” She exclaimed panting softly as her hips jerked again. He smiled but gave her no mercy.
Instead he grasped her around the butt and licked his tongue over her clit, lapping, nipping, and gently suckling feeling her writhe under him. He knew his mate well so he knew when she was close. She grasped his hair in her hands and her breathing started to pick up more.
“Oh Tate fuck yes!” She screamed her entire body arching as she came hard, panting heavily, her fingers gripped in his hair hard.
He smirked again licking up her release with the patience of a saint. When she released his hair leaning back on her hands, trying to catch her breath, he leaned up and kissed her forehead lightly. “Do you understand the erogenous zone of the clitoris now?”
“O-Oh yes Professor, you explained it q-quite well.”
“Good. Any other questions?”
She looked down at his erect cock then up at him. “Do you teach sexual intercourse Professor? I mean about how it works?”
“Ah I thought you would never ask. I’m afraid that is another lesson I have to show you physically.”
“Oh then please do Professor. That’s one lesson I’m afraid I haven’t learned today.”
He bit back a grin at the sensual tone in her voice. “Turn over on your stomach and spread your legs even wider.”
“Y-Yes Professor.” She tried not to whimper at the image of him fucking her from behind. She turned laying her upper body on the desk, spreading her legs wide.
“Mm my dear pupil this is one of my favorite lessons in class.”
“It is? W-Why?”
“Because we both get to experience extreme pleasure.” He ran his hands along her curvy ass spreading her ass cheeks a little leaning down to blow across her asshole lightly.
“No, not yet. Just testing the exposed skin.” He teased running his hands up along her spine and lower back. He let the tip of his cock teasingly move up and down her pussy lips, loving how slick she was. “Are you ready Miss Tempest?”
She wiggled her hips lightly loving how he groaned softly. “Can’t you tell Professor?”
He growled deep in his throat then thrust in to the hilt with one hard thrust, hearing her gasp then moan out loudly. “F-Fuck my sweet pupil is s-so tight.” He kissed up her spine to her neck where he nibbled lightly, hearing her moan again.
“Oh P-Professor you’re so h-hard. Please, give me more.”
“Mm is the student wanting to teach the teacher? I’m not done with you yet.” He pulled out then thrust in again hearing her whimper of pleasure. He grasped her hips in his and began a blissful rhythm of thrusting his cock in and out, going deeper with each thrust. When he couldn’t go any deeper he started to go faster.
“O-Oh that feels so g-good.” She murmured her fingernails digging into the wood of the desk a little as she moved her hips against his. She loved when Tate fucked her like this, nice, hard, and without restraint. She was already so close and wanted to come hard for him.
“Mm let’s go back and combine lesson one with two.” He reached down and as he flicked her clit with his nail, he thrust in one more time, deep, and she shattered.
She cried out his name and came harder than before, her hips jerking back, her entire body shaking as she milked his cock hard.
He groaned and came right with her, filling her up with his warm seed, panting heavily as he lay his upper body against her back, placing sweet kisses all along her collarbone and neck. “Tempest, oh I do love you so.” He smiled nipping her ear, feeling her wiggle lightly. “Alright, I’ll get off.”
“No stay like that for a moment.”
He nodded and brushed a tendril of hair that came loose from her bun, to the side kissing more of her neck. “I love when you surprise visit me like this.” He told her and heard her laugh softly.
“You don’t love it as much as I do Tate. Damn I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of you.”
“That’s the point love.” He slowly pulled out, sitting down and pulling her in his lap, her back to his chest kissing her ear. “You’re supposed to love me forever. What do you say we catch a late dinner and head home for more recreational activities?”
She laughed again turning her head to kiss him lightly. “Whatever my Professor says.” She teased then squealed lightly when he lifted her and they changed to go home. Oh yeah, she loved her mate being her naughty professor and her his naughty pupil.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Sharon sent me this one a while back, and all things considered, he's not bad. Granted, he's a bit skinny, and there are no tattoos, (that starts tomorrow!) but he's kinda cute and look, Lisa! Tan lines!!!!
I'm blogging on Wickedly Romantic today. Come on over!
I'll be leaving for the lake on Monday morning, but I have tattooed hunks posted for the entire week. If anyone has a decent phone where I'm going, I may respond to comments, but, if not, I'll be back home on Friday night. In the meantime, enjoy!
Ooops! I almost forgot this other guy that Leslie sent me. I think he's even better!
PS: You REALLY need to click on this one!
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Not sure which is better here. The hunk or the fabulous bathroom!
Nah, it's the hunk. I think he's just about perfect, don't you? He's even got those nifty little dimple things above his buns.
Inspect him carefully, Ana!
Friday, August 21, 2009
My, how times have changed! Not only do I buy bread now, but I probably shouldn't be eating it at all. However, homemade bread is one of the joys of life which must be partaken of now and then. Making the pumpkin bread got me in the bread-baking mood, and in the course of one week, I've made three different kinds.
The pumpkin bread didn't last twenty-four hours. This bread may last longer depending on your homemade bread deficit level. The trick is to keep from eating all of it at once.
Whole Wheat Bread
Mix together in large bowl and let stand until foamy:
1/2 cup warm water
1 tbsp brown sugar
1/4 tsp ginger
2 pkgs yeast
Then stir in:
1 3/4 cup warm milk
3 tbsp melted butter
1/2 cup honey
1 tbsp salt
1 cup whole wheat flour
Add 5 to 5 1/2 more cups of whole wheat flour one cup at a time, stirring in the first 4 and kneading in the rest until you have a smooth, non-sticky dough. Place in greased bowl, cover, and let rise until doubled in bulk.
Knead dough and shape into two loaves. Let rise in greased pans until nearly doubled in bulk. Bake at 350 for 45 min. If you make smaller, individualized loaves like the two in the picture, you can make 8 of them and you only need to bake them for 30 min.
And, yes, the arrangement of the bread in the photo was deliberate!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
I'm really looking forward to my time at the lake with the girls. Hopefully, we'll have a boat that works so we can actually go out on the water. There's nothing quite as relaxing as drifting on a float in a cove at Dale Hollow Lake. Until another boat comes cruising through, of course. My friends make fun of me because I always float with an umbrella to keep from getting too hot or sunburned. I don't tan very easily--mostly I burn, so I rarely go out without liberal amounts of sunscreen. Nothing will spoil a vacation quicker than a sunburn!
Over the years I've put going to the lake into a couple of my (unpublished) books, and there's a reason for that. All women need to go on a vacation now and then with other women--preferably with friends, rather than relatives. No kids, no husbands, no boyfriends. Just the girls. Trust me, it's the only time you can truly relax.
Of course, if Rafael were to show up, we probably wouldn't make him leave. . . .
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
He's got a tattoo, a nipple and eyebrow piercing, a big yummydoodle, and a nice smile.
Something for everyone!
I'm blogging on Casablanca Authors today. You won't see Brock there, but come on over anyway!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
I love volunteers. These four 0'clocks come back in this one spot year after year, and sometimes the impatiens reseed, too. That's why I won't let anyone else weed my flower beds--not that the guys would EVER volunteer for that job--but I do it myself because I recognize the seedlings for what they are and they probably wouldn't, at least, not without some coaching.
I'm often accused of being too picky about a lot of things. I won't let anyone else use the weed eater, either, and for that same reason. Things I would leave to bloom wouldn't be recognized by my DH. By the same token, details in my nursing job might be overlooked if I let someone else help me out. It isn't that I'm ungrateful, I'm just very particular about some things.
This is also one of the reasons I don't like being edited. Suggestions for changes are fine, but when someone decides that a particular line in one of my books would be better written some other way or left out entirely (and proceeds to do it!), I rebel. Most things that may seem superfluous to someone else are there for a REASON, be it ever so obscure. For example, there is at least one Star Trek or Star Wars reference in each of my books. Sometimes they're very subtle, but I still want them in there. It's just a little quirk of mine to pay homage to my roots as an author, and sometimes, those who are editing don't realize that and try to change it. My response to that is to change it back.
These are the little nuances that writers put into their work. They may mean nothing to anyone else, but every now and then, I'm sure some Trekkie will spot one and smile. And to me, that makes it worth keeping.
So, be careful with your hoe. You never know when you might be trying to eradicate a gem.
Monday, August 17, 2009
For those of you who have been writing to ask when Rogue and Outcast will be available on Kindle, according to my editor, they should be available in e-format by the end of the year and Fugitive will be released simultaneously in e-format and print in January 2010!
Still, I'm baking the bread as I write this blog, and let me tell you, very few things in this world smell better than this bread when it's baking. Man oh man, does it smell heavenly!
This is one of Mikey's favorite things (next to Kalamata Olive bread) so I'm making it for him before he goes back to college next weekend. It's also a huge favorite with the gang I go to the lake with.
I got the original recipe for this from The New Book of Favorite Breads from Rose Lane Farm cookbook. I've modified it slightly and made it my own. Enjoy!
Combine and allow to stand until foamy:
1/2 cup warm water
1 tsp sugar
1/4 tsp ginger
2 pkgs dry yeast
3/4 cup warm milk
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup soft butter
1 1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp cinnamon
1 cup canned pumpkin
1 cup flour
Mix well and add another four cups of flour, one cup at a time, kneading in more flour if necessary to make a soft, non-sticky dough. Let rise in greased bowl, covered, until doubled in bulk.
Punch down and knead dough until elastic and then cut into six equal portions. Roll each portion into a rope about 16 inches long. Braid ropes into two loaves. Place braids longways on large greased cookie sheet. Cover with a dish towel and allow to rise until double in size and a fingerprint on the dough stays put and doesn't bounce back.
Bake 35 min at 350. Remove from oven and brush with milk or evaporated milk. Return to oven for another 10 min.
Be sure to take a stick of butter out of the fridge to let it soften up while the bread is rising and baking. Trust me, you're gonna want it!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
It's a sleepy Sunday morning with Derrick.
Sort of makes you want to forget about making pancakes, doesn't it?
He might even be better than waffles!
As always, I'm blogging on Wickedly Romantic today. It's something about weeds, I think. . . . I can't remember exactly. Derrick has my brain on overload!
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Well, Lisa, we've baked the cake and lit the candles on the birthday buns for you, but I know that what you really want is a man on a tractor.
Is this what you had in mind?????
That's actually Derrick in case you can't tell from the thunder thighs. The pic is courtesy of Sharon.
Plus, we have every soccer mom's dream in our own sweet Benji!
You have a real nice birthday, now, ya hear?
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Whether blue or green, black, brown, or hazel, you can't deny that they get our attention. A man may have no other attribute worth mentioning, but if he's got the right eyes and the right expression, well, we ladies will turn to mush in a heartbeat!
For today's entry into the Bedroom Eyes catalog, we must thank our own Exotic Erotic Expert, Leslie. This is Kostas Martakis, a popular Greek singer from Athens. His eyes are just the shade of blue I envisioned for Tychar in Rogue.
Most of my heroes have had some pretty fabulous peepers. So far I've done black eyes for Cat, blue eyes for Tychar, golden eyes for Leo, and yellow eyes for Lynx. My next two heroes, however, both have eyes of green. Trag, whom many of you already know, will be taking center stage in Hero, but before that, you'll be meeting Manx in Fugitive, who has black hair and emerald green eyes.
I haven't talked much about Fugitive yet, but it's coming up soon. I scheduled an appointment today for three months from now, which would make it right before Thanksgiving. I'll have started on another book by then, either that or I'll be working on revisions to Hero--and there are ALWAYS revisions!--but after Thanksgiving comes Christmas and New Year's and Fugitive will be out.
I'm not looking forward to writing the million or so blogs to promote it (perhaps I should start now!) but my holiday season will be spent promoting a book that isn't Christmas themed at all, but rather takes place on a jungle planet where the natives are vegetarians and no weapons are allowed. Sound like a safe place for a fugitive Zetithian to hide out? Maybe, but you know those damned Nedwuts; they don't follow anyone's rules.
My heroine in this one is Drusilla, a wildlife painter who visits Barada Seven to paint the waterfowl. Imagine her surprise when she takes up temporary residence in a house by a beautiful lake and meets Zef, the tough-talking lake-dwelling eltran who just happens to be friends with Manx, the elusive fugitive of the jungle.
There's a little of Tarzan in Manx, but a whole lot of panther, too. He's very stealthy and secretive, having been on the run from the Nedwuts for twenty years or more. Manx has stowed away on ships bound for new worlds and has tried to live a normal life wherever he winds up, but the last time the nasty beasts nearly caught him, and now he's doing his best to remain hidden.
Until he sees Drusilla and catches a whiff of her intoxicating scent. Suddenly, his intention to keep his distance evaporates and the game of cat and mouse that ensues is fun, exciting, and very sexy.
But there are dangers on Barada Seven that have come from different worlds, and Drusilla isn't the only one searching for Manx. She has some stiff competition, and in the race to find the last known Zetithian, the winner takes all. . . .
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
But be warned: Big Boners Ahead!
Male Sexual Anatomy Lesson #103 - The Erect Penis
by Professor P.
The male species is an interesting creature worthy of female visual critique. Perfect physical specimens are best observed when they are nude, helping satisfy a natural basic feminine sexual instinct, sometimes referred to as "eye candy". When it comes to the male genitals, there’s a lot more than meets the eye. The central feature of the male sexual anatomy is the penis, more preferably observed when fully erect, the topic to today’s lesson. Whether you give it a name or not, the ol' one-eyed wonderworm seems like a pretty simple critter from the outside, but it's mechanics is actually a bit more complicated.
The penis, or more commonly referred to by female erotic romance readers as a dick, not to be confused by a man who is a dick, comes in many sizes, colors, and shapes, shrinking or enlarging due to various influences, mental, physical, or environmental. Shrinkage comes from such activities as swimming. An erection, or hard-on, occurs when certain actions happen. The two most common factors that determine the speed of erection, intensity, and duration is the psychological and physical interaction between a female and the male and his age. As men get older, Viagra may be needed to help facilitate the proper elevation of the penis. For younger males, a slight cool breeze on their warm penile flesh may be all that is needed to trigger the stiffest of boners.
Next Lesson: The Balls
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
I got this recipe from a friend years ago, and it's a great favorite with my guys. You can make it with any kind of berry you like, or you can use apples. I've done it with blueberries, blackberries, and wild raspberries, and it's always good!
Berry (or Apple) Crisp
1 cup flour
3/4 cup sugar
1/2 cup butter
1/8 tsp salt
1 tsp cinnamon (divided)
2 cups berries
1 Tbsp cornstarch
1/4 cup brown sugar
Place fruit in a large square or round baking dish, sprinkle with brown sugar, 1/2 tsp cinnamon, and cornstarch and toss. Blend butter, sugar, flour, 1/2 tsp cinnamon, and salt with pastry cutter. Spread over fruit and sprinkle with cinnamon. Bake at 375 for 1 hour.
OMG!!!! Derec just had some of my blueberry crisp and look what it did to him!