Friday, August 31, 2007

Friday Fantasy - Part 13, Egyptian Escapade

This post is dedicated to Chris, who is going through a tough time right now. Send him some loving thoughts to help him through it.

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The following day was spent busily preparing for our trip back out to the Nile to collect water striders. Basim left early to sort out the travel arrangements. Roble was on the phone all day and in and out of the house to get the supplies we would all need. Ernst was also busy on the phone and with MEFF business. Mr. Butterfly and I were in our rooms packing for a five day field trip.

At midmorning, the young explorer stopped by my room and sat on my bed. “So, what’s new?”, he said provocatively as if he knew there would be something big.

“Hmm. Well… I had my first threesome last night.”

“You didn’t!”


“Do tell!”

“Ernst asked me to his room and Basim was there! Naked as a jaybird on the bed! And we all did it! It was wonderful!”

“I’m so happy for you!”

“And you guys?”

“Well, we had one too, a threesome I mean! With Nuri and it was great! That Nuri is hot!”

“That is just super! And Roble was okay with it?”

“He was just fine. He is really doing better since, you know, the incident.”

“I am so glad to hear that Mr. Butterfly. I have been worried about him.”

We hugged tightly since we had not been able to for a while on this trip. It always seemed like forever since I had hugged Mr. Butterfly. I really cared for him a lot.

“I was really worried about you when you were at the harem, you know.”

“I know honey. I know.”

“I’m so glad you are okay.”

“I am okay. I’m right here.”

Then we just held each other tight and I cried a little. After a few minutes he left and we got back to packing. I still felt like I didn't get to hug him enough in proportion to how much I had worried about him. But I guess it was just me being silly. After all, he was okay.

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Later that day, after dinner, I kissed Ernst good bye, and Basim and I got into Basim’s van. Roble and Mr. Butterfly got into Roble’s truck and off we drove for the little Nile village where we would begin our five day trip for water strider collecting. In about two hours we arrived there.

Basim had arranged for rooms at a hostelry that each had a bath. Basim and I shared one room and the boys had the other. We took our bags to the rooms and began to unpack.

Meanwhile, Mr. Butterfly looked around his room. It was quite adequate really. But it was so boring. There was a bed with bed side tables, lamp, desk, and a chair. No ornamentation of any kind to let you know where you were, or even that you were feet away from the Nile. He looked at Roble sullenly.

“Crimeny! It is so boring!”

“I can fix that!”

With that, Roble ran back outside to his truck and came back in with a huge box. He set the box down in the middle of the floor and began to root around in it dramatically looking up towards Mr. Butterfly now and again for effect. He reached in and grabbed something and then came up with it and said “Voila!” It was an orange pillar candle. Roble lit the candle and put it on the desk. It was scented with tangerine.

The he went back to the box and began rooting around in it again. Again he did his “voila” routine and pulled out a small pair of Moroccan lamps. He put one on each of the bedside tables. They looked absolutely exotic and mystical when the lights were off.

Then, back in the box, and rooting around he produced some matching red and orange silk Moroccan fabrics for the bed and to hang on the window. The room was instantly transformed into a Moroccan dream come true.

Then, Roble pulled their galabias out of his bag, and they got into those.

Mr. Butterfly sat on the newly made bed and reclined back. “This is so much better Roble. Thank you!”

Roble came around the other side of the bed and got onto it with Mr. Butterfly. He pulled Mr. Butterfly closer to him and whispered “So where were we, before we were so rudely interrupted?”

Mr. Butterfly looked up into his lover’s intoxicating deep brown eyes and smiled. “I was ready to fall into your arms as I recall.”

Then they kissed.

That night they made love. Roble drove Mr. Butterfly wild with his erection up the young explorer’s ass. Mr. Butterfly just couldn’t get enough. He seemed insatiable. When they were finished, they slept in each others’ arms.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Pleasant Dreams

Well, it is night in Australia. Anyhow, this image is brought to us by So Slowly and I intend to tell another bedtime story about it. So gather round to hear it.

It is a hot, dusty day in the deep South and you have decided to take a long walk by yourself. But, oh no, you are lost. How will you find your way back to the main road? Then you happen on this local boy. Isn't he the cutest thing you have ever laid eyes on? His name is Jack. Say "Hi" to Jack. He says that he can show you the way back to the road, but instead he leads you deeper into the countryside. You suspect he has nefarious plans. He does. He wants to get to know you better. Much better. Now you wouldn't object to getting to know Jack better would you?

I didn't think so. And that is the end of our story.

Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite!

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Francesco D'Macho

Francesco D'Macho is designing a new website and has made a call for what readers would like to see on it. Suggestions can be sent to him at But, you may want to head over to his blog to see the rest of the three gorgeous new photos by Spanish photographer Alberto Pelegrina.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Honduran Hooky - Part 7, Horseback Ride

The next morning after breakfast, we went to the location in town that was marked on a map. It was a corner store near the Copan River where some horses that were already saddled were tethered. Of course I love horses and was dying to go for a ride, so I had to suppress my excitement to appear normal and not go, “Oooo horsies!” in a high girlish voice. Though, I probably did anyhow. I have no shame for some things as Sean can tell you.

Some bored looking Indian local began choosing our mounts for us. I was sure he did this every day. He picked one out for me and gave me a leg up, but would not adjust the stirrups, which were too low. I kind of hoped that it would not be a problem since we were riding Western. Once everybody was mounted, we set off.

We rode out of town and across the Copan River which was really picturesque and not very deep.

Then we rode up a hill into the mountains where the terrain got more forested.

We began to see groves of trees and some fruit trees. We rode on for about a half an hour and then we came to Hacienda San Lucas. Here we got off our horses and were told that we could have lemonade and sit on the porch before we set out on our hike. The Hacienda was really quite lovely and the birding was fine there also. The ground dropped away from the porch towards Copan and really was breathtaking.

We hiked to a nearby “authentic” Indian town, which turned out to be a tourist trap. It was made of brightly painted concrete blocks. I was embarrassed to be there. There were people who were there were selling the same hand made dolls as the beggars in town. Fortunately we didn’t stay long.

From there we hiked into the jungle. The day was getting ungodly hot and I was glad I had brought water. We went through a grove of limonetta trees and some of the fruit had fallen to the ground. These are grapefruit sized limes that are used in the Caribbean to make limon juice and you cannot get them in the US because the fruit is not considered to travel well. It is unfortunate that while there I developed a taste for its sweetness.

We came upon a cistern and Sean decided to dunk his head in it. We all worried that he would catch some tropical disease or other. This photo shows the actual cistern with the Hacienda's dogs in it. It looks pretty unthreatening with the labs cavorting in it, doesn't it? Sean is okay, thanks for asking.

Dr. Fairview, I presume?

Eventually we made our way back to the Hacienda and after a quick rest; we remounted our horses for the ride back. My horse decided that it wanted to be back sooner than the rest and a canter was the way to get there. I was okay with that, so off we went. But, I soon realized that the stirrups were too short and my back was taking a hammering since I could not move with the horse. So, I pulled him back to a walk. But, then some other riders galloped past me and he took off again, and again, I had to pull him back to a walk. But by then it was too late, and my back (which I had injured long ago) was killing me.

All I could think was that I was going to take advantage of the massage on Roatan when we got there.

Finally, we crossed the Copan River and were back. I got off the horse and stretched my back. Yup, it was hurt alrighty. Where was my masseur? In Roatan. So I had to wait until I got there. I gritted my teeth and joined my party for dinner that night.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Pleasant Dreams

Tonight's gentleman is Joe from So Slowly. I think this photo begs for a bedtime story. So gather round gentle readers and I will tell one. Is every body ready? Yes? Good.

Once upon a time there was an intrepid traveler. What was this traveler's sex, you might ask? I would say that that does not matter a whit. So let's move on. This traveler was in Los Angeles on very important business where they had to work very, very, very hard every day until all hours. They had planned their stay away from home for well over a week. Within a very few days, they missed their friends and were quite lonely.

One day, when they were walking under the Santa Monica Pier, they happened on Joe. He was all friendly and smiling at the traveler even though he was a stranger. He gave a big happy "Hello!" and the traveler said "hi" back. They started to splash each other. The traveler got very wet and wasn't dressed for it. Suddenly, Joe rushed forward and grabbed the traveler and hugged the traveler tight.

"Let's go back to your room and dry 0ff.", he whispered seductively into the traveler's ear.

"Okay.", replied the traveler meekly.

So off they went, hand-in-hand, across the sand towards the traveler's hotel.

And that is the end of the story. Okay, everyone to bed now! Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite!

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Pleasant Dreams

Today I was out late at a fund raiser for the campaign and I am glad to be home again. How to relax? Maybe contemplate these lovely gentlemen from Cesto de Gatos. Mmmm. Yes. Dark and swarthy. I just love how the first one makes me feel all tingly. I want to kiss his parched lips and trace my tongue down his exposed body. The second, I just want to pull that fabric off of his butt cheeks and see for myself just how wonderful it is. I might need an assistant. Any offers?

Fair View Welcomes "Bookfield"

I am happy to announce that I have taken the Bookfield posts out of Fair View and created a separate blog for then aptly named Bookfield. I have done this because we are at the point in my memory series of posts where I leave Cayuga for the summer to sell books and I didn't want to refer my readers to the first post and then leave them to hunt through the blog backwards for all of the next posts. Bookfield is in the right order, from the beginning to end. So have a look at it. It does have racy parts, but I'm not telling where they are. If you hit a slow part you have my permission to skip over it. See, how is that? The author's own permission to skip boring parts. What could be nicer? So have fun, and take your time. This should keep you busy while I'm campaigning.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Pleasant Dreams

Tonight we have two gentlemen from So Slowly that I would love to cuddle up to all night long. Let me know if you want to join the party.

Friday, August 24, 2007

Friday Fantasy - Part 12, Egyptian Escapade

I looked at Basim naked on the bed and then back at Ernst by the door. “Are you sure about this Ernst?”

“Absolutely. Come here and let me undress you.”

I walked over to him and he lifted my silk coral shift that I had worn earlier on my visit, off over my head revealing my lace bra and thong panties.

“Now you can come over here.”, said Basim gently.

I must say I was nervous about my first threesome as well as being incredibly turned on. As I walked away, I could hear Ernst opening his belt and unzipping his fly. My breathing got faster as I got on the bed with Basim. He unhooked my bra and removed it and my panties. He was a vision. His skin was marvelously dark and his muscles were so well defined that I just wanted to run my tongue along the grooves. But he surprised me by flipping me over onto my back suddenly and putting his mouth on mine while his strong hands held me down.

I felt like I was being devoured. His warm mouth continued down my body. He took one whole breast into his mouth. No one had ever done that to me before. It felt so good and he sucked hard. He paused and looked up at me. “I love small breasted women, because you can take the whole breast in your mouth. Anything that doesn’t fit in your mouth is wasted.” Then he resumed by taking the other breast entirely in his mouth. Meanwhile his hands were hard at work on my crotch; fingers inserting themselves, preparing me for bigger and better things to come. His mouth continued working its way down to my hypersensitive belly and then to my crotch. He was intent on eating me out.

His mouth was so big and warm and insistent I let him at it. What a tongue he had. I nearly passed out with the pleasure of it. I began to whimper which is very unlike me really. It felt really great, but I have never really been able to get off this way. “Oh god! Basim! When are you going to fuck me? Just fuck me! God just fuck me!” He looked up at me with evil eyes as if he had an advantage over me. Well, and he did.

By now, Ernst was naked and erect, sitting very near us.

Basim said “I’m going to have to be careful, because I am bigger than you are used to and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Just fuck me damn you!”

Without further ado, Basim slid me down the bed towards him and slid his now condom covered cock into me. The largeness of it was a shock. The head went in okay, but then it got kind of tough. It took some doing to get it two thirds of the way in, and that was all that was going to go in. I put my hand down to stroke what was left outside my body, but Basim didn’t seem to be put off by the fact that not all of him fit inside me. I sure was filled up by his huge dong. It was so hot, that I came immediately. My insides crushed down on him and I cried out in ecstasy and that seemed to really turn him on.

But, we had to include Ernst yet. So, we stopped and I flipped over so that I could blow Ernst while Basim plowed me. I got on all fours and Basim entered me easily, then I took Ernst’s cock in my mouth. Ernst’s eyes closed when I did that and his head lolled back. I think this must have been his first threesome too. He looked pretty turned on. I drooled all over Ernst’s cock and tried to give him some good head while I could concentrate, because I knew that soon I would not be able to. I was right. In no time at all, the huge cock up my twat hit all the right spots and I was cumming again. Basim had to hold my hips to keep me on his cock, my body bucked so much. I cried out onto Ernst’s tool. I have no idea how that felt for Ernst.

“Hey guys, I am getting close.”, said Basim.

“I may need to fuck her after you to cum.”, said Ernst.

So Basim continued to fuck me for a few good strokes until he came up into the rubber and grunted in a satisfied manner. Then Ernst donned a condom and took his place. Basim moved around to the front of me held me up in position so I wouldn’t collapse. I was pretty loose after Basim, so Ernst slid a finger up my ass to add pressure where we both needed it. That just drove me wild and I bucked for him also. Ernst didn’t take long to cum and I managed to orgasm also. Then we all collapsed on the bed, spent.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Afternoon Delight

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Christ! Don't stop!

Photo credit: Brawny Stud

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Pleasant Dreams

Our two hunky gentlemen this evening are from Cesto de Gatos. The first is bodybuilder Denis Sergovskiy, I think. The second is just plain hot. I love his tattoos. I would love to see what these guys have in their pants. Wouldn't you? How come bodybuilders don't pose naked?

Honduran Hooky - Part 6, Streets of Copan

Later that afternoon, Sean and I went for a walk around Copan souvenir hunting. Most of the shops were owned by Hispanic looking people, rather than the Mayan looking locals. We bought some weavings to use on our dining room table that were similar to this one.

Most of the streets were paved with cobblestones and the curbs were high and made of stone also. No thought was given to pedestrian safety as in most third world countries. Buildings were painted with bright colors. Street vendors sold all kinds of souvenir items, from jewelry to trinkets and most were local Indians.

We came to the Central Plaza of Copan, which was very nice. We also visited there late that night and noted that young people hung out there. It would have been perfect if there was music, but there was not.

Tomorrow, our party was going for a horseback ride into the country!

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Pleasant Dreams

This evening it is another gentleman for you jock strap fans from Brawny Stud. He is a beaut is he not? He is even posing to allow access for you! Woohoo! Ride 'em cowboy! Ride!

Monday, August 20, 2007

Pleasant Dreams

Tonight's gentleman is from So Slowly. Meet Raf. Say "Hi Raf!" Raf is pretty cute. Hot too. Don't you agree?

Raf can box! Go Raf!

Raf can play volleyball! Spike that ball Raf!

Raf loves to play in the ocean. Eek! Don't get me wet Raf!

Raf loves the round ball!

You can dress Raf up for work!

Raf is ready for his bath. I don't think he likes his bath.

Raf is meditating on a tree stump.

Doesn't he look chic in his shades?

Won't you play Frisbee with Raf?

Raf needs someone to love. Won't you make love with Raf?