HellYeahh's Blog

The forums here have been schizophrenic for a while. Now, I like a good side show as much as anybody but I've had a full plate for months and now a major gut check (figuratively) makes it time to shake it up a little.

Never have understood why so much laundry gets aired in the forums. Don't you people know that's what Facebook's for?!?!! Frankly, it seems awkward to me to be putting this down in public here, much less in the forums, but I've connected with a few people here and I didn't just want to disappear. I'm not deleting and I'm not at all sure I won't return, but I just don't know when.

Red, you are one sexy chick and a helluvah lotta fun. Take care of the little one. And the big one.

Fantasm, I knew you were a chick. Now get some sleep for chrissake!

Dicksy, you rock! Especially for a 78 yr old. LOL All the best.

Seax, if you see this, I meant to respond to your last PM but overlooked it. Appreciate the thought. I only ever listened to half of what you say anyway. I knew you had a brain!

AJ... a.k.a., ummmmmmmmm, oh hell, I can't remember half your names. You should keep your latest. It suits you. Besides, everybody recognizes your writing style anyway. Oh, Canada!

Shymom, you are just stunning. Smart, sexy, fetching smile... you and Wild should post more around here. Raise the bar a little.

Haps and Copper, you two are a laugh riot. It's been fun! (I still want to know what you have in that rollaround, Haps...)

Anyway, sayonara, people! I'd sing the Lawrence Welk song but if I do that I'll never get it outta my head!

HellYe.....uhhhhh..... Maybe

I just spent a long weekend, in more ways than one. I went kayaking with a buddy for an overnight on Cayo Costa. We'd been out of touch for a while and it had been a long time since I'd gone there so I killed two birds. The island's north of Captiva and completely uninhabited. It's a state park but they maintain it as a wilderness island with just a few cabins for overnights so there are usually few people compared to so many other places in Florida.

The waters of Boca Grande were rougher than usual and these were open top fishing kayaks so it was a long crossing to the island. We were spent when we got there so we just laid out on the beach Saturday afternoon catching up. I kept finding myself distracted as we sat there shooting the breeze.

He's in good shape and has some of the particular physical turn ons for me. You know. For me, I love the way the hair on the outside of some guys forearms comes together to form a dense line. Even better, the same thing on his inner thighs. Or slightly padded abs or a slight dusting of hair on the lower back. Sort of a treasure trail to the butt. And, my god, what a butt he has.

So I'm sitting there half-dozing in the sun with a tingle developing up the back of my neck damn near ready for my leg to start twitching like a dog getting his belly scratched and knowing there's absolutely nothing I can do about it since he's straight.

Anyway, that night it was hot and I couldn't sleep soundly, though I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have anyway with him lying there in the tent next to me. My mind kept drifting to the time when we were in college and we were at some event together - a concert I think - when we got caught in a thunderstorm and had to run for his car. We were drenched when we got there and stripped down to wet skivvies to dry off. He had a towel in the back. One of the rules of the Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy he said - never leave home without a towel. But it was one towel that we had to share. Very erotic for me - his wet briefs don't begin to contain much less hide his junk.

So the entire night at Cayo Costa I'm tossing and turning, having some complicated dreams combining events at the island as well as that day years ago plus some other stuff I'm not sure where it came from. I don't usually remember dreams very much, much to my regret because I used to and sometimes I think I need to have more fun or be a little less self-disciplined or something because I must live a pretty mundane life if I'm not dreaming vividly. I made up for it last weekend. Trying not to obsess but it remains on my mind.

I think I need to get laid.