Saturday, September 26, 2009

Sexy Saturday #2

Its Saturday y'all! That means I'm at work instead of enjoying my weekend like you people with your normal careers. Workin 9 to 5. What a way to make a living... (love me some Dolly).

Any who...with everyone out of town this weekend, and my old booty call no longer my booty call; I'm stuck home (as we know) having fun with Pablo, Gino and the unnamed Blue Dude. Who I broke. I guess that brand doesn't like the way I fuck. With all this this week's photo is super sexy. Last week's was beautiful, soft, and erotic. This week makes me lick my lips with dirty thoughts and dirty memories. You don't see faces, no identity, they're anonymous. Makes it that much more sexy. She's his little slut, she'll do anything for him without a complaint. All she wants to do is please. And when she does, she gets pleasure in return. The pain makes it that much more intense.

Fuck people, this photo is borderline raunchy. And I love it.
Photo was found from one of my dirty followers: SevenInchDick

Friday, September 25, 2009

Is it something so good, Just can't function no more?

Everyone else in the world is having fun this weekend but me. It true. I'm not being "emo"...I'm being gosh honestly truthful. Whats going on this weekend you ask? Some bad ass things yo!

There shows and concerts in the Cleveland area that I could be at, some in Columbus as well. Looking sexy in the crowd at some dive bar, moshing in the pit with a bunch of sweaty dudes, getting a little tipsy and going home to have more sweaty fun with that special dude between the sheets. Then wake up at 2pm, make some mother-fuckin pancakes and be lazy for the rest of the day. Bitchin.

I could be at The Ohio Renaissance Faire impressing all the lads and lasses with my ample bosom spilling forth from my corset. Sporting my leather corset, all my fancy flair, jingling throughout the ground spending money on cool, geeky, Renn Faire stuff. I love the attention, people watching, shopping, the shows. I need to get there...I could live there...I should work there! Would be so sweet.

Or I could be with the rest of The Militia in Pennsylvania at The Battle of Badon Hill. Camping, battles, drinking, friends, sex. All things I require and crave as of now. In that order. I haven't been to an event or seen my Dag buddies since Ragnarok. That was in June people...these are some of the best friends I have. They're my family. My up...violent...drunk...cuddly...incestuous family. Heh...dirty.

If I had money I'd be at Exxotica having a hot, sexy, wet, hard, sweaty, blasty blast. I'm super jealous of those there right now. We'll leave it at that.

All in all, people I know are getting laid this weekend and I'm home in Ohio. Getting over some kind of sickness, working retail, mowing the lawn, doing laundry, cleaning house, practicing my domestic duties, going to a (hopefully non-lame) baby shower. And most of all missing him.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Don't shrug your shoulders, lay down beside me.

Don't cha hate it when you wake up early, believing you had things to do before having to go to work at 1:00pm til 8:30pm, and only after you rush around to get ready do you find out that they've been canceled and you could have slept in? And you're sick? And horny? Have a headache? And there is something crawling around in your walls? And its raining? And your black pants are no longer black?

Its not even noon yet...

I have tomorrow and the next day off. Something cool has GOT to happen. I will be angry.

Mondays can eat least this one can.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Sexy Saturdays!

Would you hate it if I post pointless random shit in this like I do on Twitter? I feel like I should update more but nothing happens in this tiny ass town. I'm sure you all care about my random thoughts.

I think I'm getting sick...I'm not happy about this. Working retail doesn't help. But lets be positive!! I'm alive, I'm loved, and I have a job.

So its Saturday. I proclaim Saturday in my blog as Sexy Photo Of The Week! Could be male, or female, a mix, or both! Who knows what I'm gonna find and how I'm feeling.

So lets kick it off with one of my favorite photographers that I found on Deviant Art. Michael Helms. (I beg you, click on his name and view his gallery. Some are NSFW) The man can do no wrong. Every photo I've seen I fall in love with, and yet each one has a different emotion behind it. Its not just sexy, or fetish, or beautiful. They're funny, romantic, historical, sensual and simple. Simple is why I love him so much. Can't explain it, you just have to look at his photos. Expect a lot of him on Saturdays.

Today we have Kayla. Gorgeous no? I can't say much else, what else could be said?! A great ass and a natural beauty. And once again, simple. Unfortunately I couldn't find a link to her as a model. But to see more of her check out Michael Helms and Perry Gallagher on dA!

(click photo to make it know the drill)

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Don't forget to brush your musk-ox and piano your iceberg lettuce, yellow traffic cone

I really don't write in this thing much. I feel as tho my "thoughts" are too scattered brained to be collected into a blog/journal entry. Thats why I tweet. If you are on Twitter, you should follow me. I'm kinda worth it...sometimes I feel attractive and post pics.

Whats new with Miss Awry? Not much, the same ole shit. I work, I sleep, I eat (sometimes), I visit the pregnant local BFF, I chill with the other BFF, I miss the the other BFF whos busy as well. (being an adult sucks balls) I miss a boy, I see the boy, I enjoy the attention and visit from other boys. But nothing tops my boy. I can never get enough of him. I'm so proud of him. Wish I could watch him progress and succeed. Someday soon, he knows I'm here and doing what I can from here. He's gonna kick ass =)

Big time loan payments kicked in this month...I don't have the means to pay them...almost took up hooking. Kinda joking. Oh the things we do for money. Thank God for my father. And I talked to my boss, she's scheduling me more hours. If I still need a few extra bucks then I'll start working for Soldier Boy. Maybe...or take up that offer for 32,000+ for 48 hours. (joking again...kinda) Either way this means less Dagorhir, less fun times, and no moving out anytime soon. Yeah...sad panda.

I don't know what I want at times; I do things, I never regret, I wish I had someone to tell all my feelings and secrets.

Good news is that I feel as though I can officially call myself a non-smoker now. Saying this I have a big grin on my face. Feels good. I don't need the cigarette, nor do I want it. But, yes there is a but (no puns please) I have yet to see how I fair while drinking. But I don't smoke after eating, or at my usual times. Nor do I crave one during stressful times.

Lets see, what else...I need to get laid. No, that is an understatement. You know that feeling of such sexual need that its beyond any other description than; I need to be fucked into a coma. Yeah, thats where I am right now. Every dream is lustful. Filled with old fantasies, new fantasies, new lovers, old lovers, lovers I've never met, lovers that don't exist, lovers that I will never have...and every morning I awake in a sweat, breathing heavy and a flood in my boxer briefs. My favorite dreams have been the gang bangs. Full of win and delicious cum. Wow...this just got graphic. But thats what happens when hormones race and no one is around to slow em down.

And now for something completely different and entertaining, You gotta love those silly Scots:
Kenny: So... Yeah, currently, I've got a handful of hot blood-balloon, and I'm trying to make it spit bird shit.
Wicked Awry: watchin porn?
Kenny: Indeed I am.
Kenny: Well, not exactly "watching pron", but close enough.
Kenny: Works the same way.
Wicked Awry: listening to
Kenny: Nah, not really.
Kenny: Listening to porn?
Kenny: How the hell would that work?
Kenny: XD
Kenny: *High pitched "Ungh!"*
Kenny: *Low pitched "ungh!"*
Kenny: *High pitched "Ungh!"*
Kenny: *Low pitched "Ungh!"*
Kenny: *obligatory obscenity*
Kenny: *obligatory "that's hot." or "ooh yes..." agreement comment*
Kenny: *high pitched "Ungh!"*
Kenny: *Low pitched "Ungh!"*
Kenny: *High pitched “waffle ice cream cone”*
Kenny: *Low pitched "WTF?"*
Kenny: *Sound of an aeroplane taking off*
Kenny: *Submarine sonar*
Kenny: *Low pitched "What the hell is going on?!?!?!"*
Kenny: *Slow motion sound of dying spoons*
Kenny: *MOOOOO!*
Kenny: *Low pitched "where the fuck did that cow come from? And where in god's name did it get that space suit?!?!?!"
Kenny: *High pitched "Humanumahumnahumanumanumanumanumanhumanum."