GETTING WET

GETTING WET

BEAUTIFUL MAG


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GETTING WET

GETTING WET
I'm starting a new daily addition to the blog. Your morning wetness. Nothing I like more than getting wet with my man. I love water and playing in it with a beautiful man.

ROCKING THE TASSLE

Evan Lysacek's win over Evgani Plushenko was a definate upset, but the real upset for me was the low score and 6th place of Johnny Weir. Although, not my type and not a big fan of his fashion choices, I admire the hell out of Johnny and his ability to stay strong and focused through all the media hype. Admittedly, he brings it on, however, he stays firm in stating, "I am what I am!" I thought he skated magnificently. I just read an article about two Australian newscasters making fun of him. Click here for the story and follow up and let's see if we can't get these two horses asses into some sensitivity training classes. Here's a link to Johnny's response.
Although Evan is more my taste, there is something about him that grates on me. He seems arrogant and entitled. I realize he works hard and has earned his place in the sun and I congratulate him.

It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!
Last night's long program in the men's figure skating was heart stopping in so many ways. Some of the new boys are looking good and the one's who have been around for awhile had some amazing performances. I was especially taken with Florent Amodo's story from Brazil. Abandoned on the streets of Brazil as an infant he was adopted and raised in France. A very happy ending. We also share the same medical condition. Osgood Schlatter's Disease.



Michal Brezina of the Czech Republic made an impressive Olympic debut and won my heart with his long program. He wears the cutest outfits and has great musical choices. What is it about those Czech boys?

Stéphane Lambiel - The Official Website - Gallery
Stephane Lambiel did a great short program, but seemed to let down after a fall in the long program free skate tonight in Vancouver. His classic goods looks and his amazing spins still make him a winner.

1. Be Impeccable With Your Word..... Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using the word to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of your word in the direction of truth and love.
2. Don't Take Anything Personally..... Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others you won't be the victim of needless suffering.
3. Don't Make Assumptions..... Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings, sadness and drama. With just this one agreement you can completely transform your life.
4. Always Do Your Best..... Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick. Under any circumstance simply do your best and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse and regret. ::
The Four Agreements
Don Miguel Ruiz

How's it hanging, Bode? Congratulations on the Bronze medal. Major DILF material.

HOT SCOT!

Missing this year from competition is former Alpine skier, Alain Baxter. He posed nude for a calendar he made to raise funds for his bid and then retired. He has switched over to cycling. Here are a few pics from his calendar and a few random shots of hopefully the next big thing in the X Games and maybe the Olympics. Nude Downhill.

I've got a bad case of Olympic Fever and have been obsessed with watching every event. I also am developing some major mancrushes. Some I already had and they're just getting worse and some are new loves. Apolo Ohno is looking better than ever. He lost 20 lbs and his body fat is down to 2.5%. Seth Wescott is a new one for me. I don't remember him from Torino. He's gorgeous. Alexander Smirnoff and Maxim Trankof are two of the Russian men in the pairs figure skating. Krasivaya! (beautiful) Alexander is the first two images.

Get your smooch on a little early and celebrate.

Valerie Harper returns to Broadway this month in Looped a new comedy about Tallulah Bankhead. For those of us who care or are old enough to remember, Tallulah was the original bad girl. And of course Valerie was Rhoda on the Mary Tyler Moore Show. It opened in Washington DC at the Arena Stage to so, so reviews, but everyone agreed that Valerie was a revelation. I would love to hear from anyone who's seen the show or is planning to see it in New York. From the producers: Based on a real event, "Looped" takes place in the summer of 1965, when an inebriated Tallulah Bankhead is called into a sound studio to re-record (or "loop") one line of dialogue for what would be her last film, the dreadful "Die, Die My Darling." Ms. Bankhead was known for her wild partying and convention-defying exploits that surpassed even today's celebrity bad girls. Given her intoxicated state and inability to loop the line properly, what ensues is an uproarious showdown between an uptight film editor and the outrageous legend.

If you haven't already, run don't walk to see Tom Ford's beautiful film, A Single Man. Colin Firth gives an amazing portrayal of a grieving gay man. His mesmerizing and painful performance should win him the Oscar, but it will probably go to Jeff Bridges. Julianne Moore is luminescent as usual. Nicholas Hoult plays a young college student and is lovely. I kept thinking, "I know this kid, he looks so familiar." and when I got home I looked him up and he was the young boy in the Hugh Grant movie, About a Boy. The costuming and set design are spot on for the sixties. I didn't know the premise of the film when I went and ended up floored by the experience. Truly transformative.

Tom Ford didn’t intend to take his pants off, but the guy just can’t help himself. “When I saw how I looked in a dressing gown in the showers with the guys it didn’t look right,” recalls the designer of the cover shoot he did for Out. “It was like, Why would I be in the shower with those guys popping my towel in a dressing gown? so I just said, ‘We have to reshoot this and I have to get in there with them, because otherwise it’s not right.’” His lips purse into a small, compressed smile that suggests that it wouldn’t be the first time in his career that a shot needed sexing up. For years sex and Tom Ford have been synonymous, a combination of his blistering good looks, his notorious ad campaigns (his latest shows his new fragrance nestling in a woman’s shaved crotch), and the nonchalant ease with which he addresses it. “Sex is just second nature with me,” he explains. “It’s not like an obsession or anything.”
Excerpt from OUT Magazine.

DAEMON
Second installment. Click here to see 1st installment.

The day I moved in with Martin we stayed in bed all day, only getting up to shower and fix a meal that we ate in bed. The kalyba had two rooms. A large bathroom was off the main room that was furnished with a bed and kitchenette. The bath was a blue and white tiled rectangle with a shower hose and nozzle. The sheets were a brilliant white with a white comforter that we never used. The walls were white stucco with photographs of the Greek Islands; the windmills of Mykonos, the village of Thera on the island of Santorini and the Temple of Apollo in Naxos. Everything was white and blue, the colors of the Greek flag.
Martin was a slow lover. He knew how to take his time. The first time we made love was about two days before I moved into his kalyba. We had been at the disco and Dylan had met a young girl from Romania. I woke up to him fucking her in the bed next to mine in out hotel room. I started to jack off while I listened to them huffing and puffing, but decided it was way too frustrating, got up, got dressed and walked over to Martin’s.
He had been extremely attentive at the disco that night. When I looked at him when we parted, his blue eyes never looked so inviting. Dylan was on the dance floor with the Romanian girl looking like he was fucking her from behind; I had had enough ouzo and disco music. I walked back to the hotel and fell asleep with the warm Aegean breeze blowing the curtains at the open window. I woke to the sounds of Dylan grunting rhythmically, his naked ass and hips thrusting away at the Romanian in the twin bed.
I knocked on Martin’s door. He opened it, standing before me naked. We stood in the doorway for a moment, looking into one another’s eyes. He smiled, reaching out he grabbed my wrist, pulling me gently into the room. I closed the door, falling into his waiting arms.
It was after three in the morning when I knocked on his door and we didn’t get to sleep until the sun came up around five. We had slept only a few hours, when I was awakened by the sound of a rooster and Martin running his hand up and down my torso. I was on my back, my cock hard. When he saw my eyes open, he kissed my nipples, moving slowly down my stomach, kissing me gently until he reached my throbbing morning erection. He grasped me by the base, licking the pre-cum that had gathered at the head of my dick. He kissed my engorged head, his tongue traveling up and down the length of the shaft. I began to move my hips slowly, matching his movement until he swallowed me, sliding his hand up and down as he wet my cock with his saliva. I gasped as he took it to the hilt, looking up at me with his beautiful blue eyes. In spite of the mouthful of cock, I could see him smile and I started to laugh. There was a tear in the corner of both eyes. He increased the speed of his movement and I arched my back, thrusting my cock into the air and into his hungry mouth. I had already come twice that morning, but felt my balls tightening as he sucked me harder. I came, letting out a loud moan as he lapped at my cock, licking my cum.