Coincidentally …

Apr 9, 2013 by Devlin O' Neill

 Yesterday, someone accessed a post called “Yeah, But Is It Art?” in which this picture appeared. I wrote the post in 2011, and had forgot what it was about, so I looked. It was just me, nattering, as usual, but then right after I saw this I went and had a lovely time at the beach. 

I walked a few miles in the sugar-white sand and got perhaps a bit too much sun and wind, which were both quite lovely, thank you, then put on a proper shirt and shoes – a chambray with my cargo shorts instead of nothing, along with white Skechers and socks, because I am not a troglodyte who goes to a restaurant in flip-flops – and stopped at McGuire’s on the way home.

You have heard me speak of McGuire’s and their thirty-dollar steaks.Well, it is that picture of Venus, in the original size, though I’m sure not the original painting, that dominates the main room at McGuire’s. I knew it looked familiar, but I did not realize until today where I had seen it. 

I tried their rib eye, because Molly recommended it. I still prefer the filet mignon, even if it is smaller. It was perhaps because there was such a huge chunk of beef that they brought me only seven asparagus spears as my side dish. Honestly, with all that steak, I could not have eaten another one, though she offered. Oh, and I told Molly to forget the bread. They always bring a little loaf of lovely, fresh, brown bread that I never eat, and she thanked me for telling her not to. 

I also tried their “traditional Irish ale.” Yeah, right. Yeesh! Not quite up to par. As soon as I finished that, I ordered a proper Irish Red to attend my steak, and got a high five from Molly. Oh, and the James Bond is her drink, too. She told me, as soon as she walked over, that it was martini day and would I like one. I said I would have one for dessert. It’s citroen or citron liqueur they put in the gin and vodka that gives it the strong citrus flavor. One would never put an olive in one of those.

NEWS FLASH – while I sat here writing, my phone rang. It was a wrong number. She said she was trying to call Amazon. Where is 619, anyway? Should I have told her about my books?

So, anyway, I’m home now, and yes, I slathered myself in aloe lotion. I know, I know, but I was only out for an hour and a half, and I’m hardly pink on my shoulders. I had sunscreen on my fabulous face, of course. And now I have Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, and a story to write. No, really. I am writing – in my head, at any rate. It’s a story about pixies and lumberjacks, if you must know.

Now be patient.

I mean it.

That is all.

Devlin out. 

 

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Book Cover Report

Apr 8, 2013 by Devlin O' Neill

Here are a couple of books that I did not write, just for a bit of variety. I never read either of these, but the photos caught my eye when I ran across them. The chap above appears to know what he’s about. I do have to wonder how true the spanking stories from the 50s are, but really, does it matter? 

This one looks like great fun, although no doubt more than a bit light on text. Still, I may have to track it down on Amazon and order a copy. St. Trinian’s girls, step aside! 

That is all.

Devlin out. 

 

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Happy Birthday, Linda!

Mar 31, 2013 by Devlin O' Neill

Hope you get everything you need for your birthday, Linda. Some new underwear, maybe … 

 

And maybe something luxurious as well, say, some new jammies … 

 

But mostly, we wish you whatever gives you the most peace, joy, and security.

Happy birthday, Linda!

from Dev and the gang of usual suspects  

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Fortune Cookie

Mar 30, 2013 by Devlin O' Neill

“That which is painful to the body may be profitable for the soul.” I’m not sure if that quote is attributable to Confucius or not. Sounds more like something Mrs. Krupnick down at the deli would say. 

But with the right sort of guidance, even a really sore bottom can become a learning experience more precious than pearls.

That is all.

Devlin out. 

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New Panties

Feb 6, 2013 by Devlin O' Neill

I love these undies. I’ll bet you’re not terribly surprised to be informed of that.

I found them at a lovely blog called Les Errances d’Amandine. It’s French. You might have been able to work that out.

These wonderfully scandalous items are made by Coco de Mer.

And not to put too fine a point on it, are perfectly acceptable underwear on just about any occasion that does not involve a kicky skirt and any chance of wind.

That is, with the exception of this drop-seat design, which is quite suitable under anything, and ever so handy for the Top in its wearer’s life.

However, I strongly suspect that the price tag on these is fairly scandalous as well, so do be careful who sees the bill if you buy them for yourselves, girls.

Or not. It’s your bottom, after all.

That is all.

Devlin out.

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