Passport Issues

Panties Are Magic

I wanted something special for my 50th post. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did coming up with it.

Asian Massage

I had started the day off like I do every Saturday… some chores in the backyard. Since my backyard is so private, I usually slip into my little pink string bikini for this. You may not think that usual unless I told you that I am a 43 year old, slightly overweight male.

Once the chores were done, I showered up and headed out for some errands. Along the way, I spotted a new place on Main Street. The sign simply read "Asian Massage". I decided to give it a try. Maybe even have one of those sweet young things walk on my back. After wearing that bikini all morning, I might even enjoy a happy ending.

The place was nondescript enough in the lobby. I waited a few seconds for the older woman at the counter to acknowledge me. There was a sign that let me know about the grand opening special, $50 an hour. I handed her the fee and she showed me to one of the darkened massage rooms. She told me to get comfortable and one of the girls would be in soon.

I got undressed and laid face down on what was a very comfortable massage table. Even seemed to be heated. A little hand towel was provided as a drape. I pushed it to one side. It'd be gone soon enough anyway.

Not more than a few seconds later, after a slight knock at the door, a tiny Asian woman came into the room. She was very beautiful with long, dark hair cascading around her shoulders. She wore a white wrap that tied at the waist… and ended just slightly below that.

She didn't say a word as she poured oil into her hand and walked to the side of the table. But as she was about to put the oil on my back she let out a slight giggle. "Oh, wrong oil." she said as she went back over to the corner table. She grabbed a different bottle from the warmer and checked it. She returned to my side and poured the oil onto my back. After setting the bottle down, she started to rub the oil into my skin. I was instantly relaxed at her touch. It was amazing.

"You like tan lines?" she said. 

"Um, yeah, I guess." It seemed an odd question. Then it hit me, I was wearing the bikini in the backyard for about an hour. I must have a perfect outline of my bikini on my back and ass. My mind was in a panic, but my body just continued to relax.

Every muscle in my back seemed to be softening. As she worked her way down my legs, the same effect. Then she started to work my glutes, and it was though she were resculpting them as she worked.

Soon, she whispered in my ear that it was time to turn over. It hardly seemed possible that it had been a half hour, but in my haze I realized I may have dozed off. As I started to turn, my hair fell over my face. Hmmm, that's odd… didn't think it had gotten that long. Best hit the barber shop after this.

I looked up at my little Asian doll, she looked at me and smiled a beautiful smile as she walked to the head of the table. She gently massaged my face. I could smell a sweet flower, but couldn't place it. 

With a bit more oil in her hands, she continued down to my chest. That same relaxing feeling overtook me. This girl's hands were magic. It seemed as though my chest was swelling with her rubs. Probably just my imagination. She worked her way back to my side and started rubbing my rib cage. It felt as though I had suddenly lost about 50 pounds though, cause my stomach seemed to have shrunken to nothing. She continued to work her amazing skills down both legs and arms.

She then started working her way around my lower abdomen. Apparently there wouldn't be a negotiation, it was just on to the happy ending. But then she stopped. My groggy eyes opened enough to see her unwrap her little robe and drop it to the floor. She was naked underneath and had an amazing body. She slowly climbed up onto the table and hovered over me with her beautiful gaze.

"You want me finish?"

"Yes, plea…" was all I could manage. Her hand went to my crotch as she started massaging my cock. But after a few seconds, something changed. I could feel her fingers… but they were inside me. My… pussy. It was then that the orgasm hit. My entire body shuddered as she continued her invasion of my new folds.

I was just calming down from the orgasm when she leaned down and kissed me on the mouth.

She whispered to me again. "Here's all you need to know. Your name is Min. You can't speak any English anymore. But you understand men's commands just fine. You are now one of the house girls."

I had a vague sense of movement as she was speaking. Maybe it had happened before, I'm not really sure.

Suddenly, I was in the shower with her. She was rubbing my body with soap. Wait, was she taller than me now? But I'm over six feet, she couldn't be more than… oooh when she rubbed my nipples. It made my boobies tingle. My boo…?

"Whatever client asks for, you give them with smile on face."

Now she was drying me with the softest towel I ever felt. Another girl (when did she get here?) was blow drying my long, black hair.

"House mama gets half of all tips to pay for your rent and food."

Oh look, she's wrapping me in a little outfit just like hers. It's such a pretty pale lavender color.

"Your first client ready. Go in now."

Look at my tiny little hand opening that big door. Oh and there is a man lying there on his back. His cock looks so big. 

"You must be Min. The mamasan was right, you are a hot little number. Look I don't have a lot of time today. So lose the robe, climb up here and let me fuck that tight little body of yours."

Wait, what did he just say to me? I'm not a prostitute. I'm a man. But why am I taking off the robe? Why am I climbing up on the table. No wait, I can't be lowering myself down on this guy's cock! No, stop!! Nooooo… ah that feels so good.

Modeling is hard, and so is the photographer

My Month As A Slut

Off-Roading

I am an off-road kind of girl.

Mountains or beaches, you ask? Uh, mountains, please! Hands down I'll choose trees and rocks over water and sand. Trees... oh, how I love trees! I think it's because I grew up in the Midwest, where trees are everywhere, always changing, and always with character and personalities of their own. I grew up on 40 acres of woods. Whenever I needed an escape, and a moment of quiet... I would retreat to the wooded trails.

Thankfully, though Dallas is flat and boring, there is still an oasis nearby.

I pass by this particular tree when I walk my dog. It's rather ordinary, yet majestic - shading the dirt trail at the nature preserve just ten minutes from my house. I have wanted to paint it for a long time, and this morning, I did. There were mosquitoes biting through my jeans, but I toughed it out and was pretty happy with the results. I'll have to get a better photo of it... this doesn't show it, but I really globbed on the paint in the areas where the sun dappled the tree bark. I'm not sure I did it justice, but I hope I came close, at least.

I plan to venture out again later this week for some more happy "off-roading." :-)

 "Dappled Woods" - 12x9" - oil on linen panel - plein air sketch (1.5 hours)

The setting. :-)

Turn up the Heat

Mike and his wife were on vacation. But his wife had plans of how their marriage would change forever before they went back. A little something in his drink before he hit the sauna, and her plan formed nicely... don't you think?

Sissy School is in session

Mike was always causing problems for his single working mother. So she sent him to school to work out his issues. Looks like he's still causing problems.

Need a ride?

Happy Endings

Make sure to be polite to your new massage girl, and tip her well. Especially if you don't want to fill that employment opportunity that they just opened up.

His New Workout Routine

Be careful which girls you try to pick up at the gym. Their jealous warlock boyfriend may just want to teach you a "hard" lesson.

Hypnosis Really Works

Chat Room Changes

In Memorium: Arthur Thomas

This week, I lost a friend.

I first met Mr. Arthur Thomas in fall of 2003, on the steps of Central Hall at Hillsdale College. It was my first day there as a freshman, but I knew instantly who he was. Earlier that summer, my twin sister and I had done a portrait of him. The college paid us for it, but it was also kind of a "test" to see whether or not we qualified for art scholarships. Mr. Thomas had donated substantial funds to the Hillsdale music department in honor of his late wife, and as is customary at Hillsdale, a portrait of him was then commissioned to acknowledge his generosity.

Portrait of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Thomas, by Anna & Emily Holsclaw - colored pencil - 2003

Emily and I worked on the portrait together, and when it was finished, we were proud of our efforts, and excited to begin our four years at Hillsdale. Little did we know that we would become fast friends with the subject of our painting!

When I first met him, he was extremely gracious and sweet. I saw him nearly every day after that, for the next four years of school. He spent most of his time in the music building, donating his time to record all the recitals and musical productions. He would also wander into the art rooms and stop by during painting classes, just to say hi.  A perpetual student, Arthur took classes at the college because he loved to learn. He would join the other students for lunch in the cafeteria ("It keeps me feeling young," he said), and would sit next to Emily and me at nearly every play or concert we went to. Emily was the music major, and Arthur loved to hear her play piano. It's hard to imagine an 80-something-year-old man being such a techie, but he was... he recorded all of Emily's piano recitals, and gave both of us copies on CD. When he wasn't taking classes, helping out in the music department, or socializing with students, he could often be seen zipping around town in his little red sports car.

Always a giver, Mr. Thomas modelled for my portrait class once. I'm not sure whether or not he liked the portrait I did of him, but he purchased it anyway, to help me pay for frames and art supplies.

Portrait of Arthur Thomas - 24x18 - oil on linen - 2006

Art was like a grandfather to me and my sister; he was a constant for us and a source of wisdom and maturity whenever we felt overwhelmed by the pressures of friends and college life.

Above and below: Emily and Anna with Arthur Thomas, spring 2007.

He attended both of our weddings (mine in 2008, Emily's in 2009) and sat at a place of honor along with our own parents.

Mr. Arthur Thomas passed away in Coldwater, MI, at the age of 93. He will always be remembered as a generous giver and a man who loved knowledge, art, and culture. Rest in peace, dear friend. You will always have a special place in my heart.  

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UFC: Trainer Firas Zahabi Weighs-In on St-Pierre, Penn Vs. MacDonald

Although nothing has yet been carved in stone, the 22-year-old beast, Canadian-cagefighter Rory MacDonald, and 33-year-old Hawaiian pound-for-pound legend B.J. Penn, have now verbally agreed to meet sometime in the coming months.

MacDonald, originally from the western-province of British Columbia, is currently training here on Canada's east coast at one of the world's premier mixed-martial-arts centers, Tristar Gym, which is run by famed trainer Firas Zahabi, who's also, notably, the mentor of UFC welterweight-superstar, and Montreal native, Georges St-Pierre.

Zahabi, recently weighed-in on a few topics concerning MacDonald vs. Penn, and also reiterated some previous statements regarding MacDonald vs. St-Pierre:

"It's the UFC, I think they want to see that Penn vs. MacDonald fight. And when the UFC offers you a fight like that, I think it's because the fans want to see it. And us, we never say no to a fight the fans want to see, and I know B.J. Penn loves to give the fans what they want. In the end, I just thinks it's a matchup everyone wants to see," stated Zahabi.

 "BJ is a big name for Rory to fight," Zahabi continued, "It puts you on the map. ... It's great for Rory. No matter what happens, he'll have his name out there more than ever."

The elite fight-trainer also told MMAjunkie.com Radio that—even though both MacDonald and St-Pierre are friends and training partners, who are competing for the same prize—the UFC welterweight championship—there will absolutely-never be a conflict of interest, so to speak, where they will need to square-off and fight each other: 

"We're not going to make a problem out of it before it becomes a problem. But, if it ever comes to that point, we'll sit down and discuss who's going to shift weight or not. But there are a lot of fights before there's that bottleneck. ... I don't think we're there. I think we're a long way from there," Zahabi said.

He, Zahabi, also said that he feels personally, that it may be too soon to worry about a potential Rashad Evans and Jon Jones type scenario. But if the question of fighting each-other is ever asked of the two, from UFC President Dana White, the answer from all three people involved in the match would be a resounding No:

"Definitely the two aren't going to fight," Zahabi said. "We've agreed on that several times. We work together too often. I work with the two guys religiously, constantly over the years, so I could never condone that. You spend too much time with each other, and you're not going to be punching each other in the face."

As for the big-boss-man White? ..well, he's already thrown in his two-cents worth on the subject:

"I guarantee you if Rory looks looks at GSP's fucking-bank-account, he'll want to beat the fucking shit out of him," White said.

*As for my opinion, I like to use the example of Muhammad Ali and Larry Holmes—who trained together for years and loved each other like brothers, but managed to put all that nonsense aside in order to pass the torch, so to speak, from the old to the new.

~ Follow me on Twitter @cagestokerblog

His last shower... her first

The Cursed Costume

I tried something a bit different on this one. Thoughts?

Labor Pains

Time to Ride

Recap: "Face-Off" at the Portrait Society

I spent Memorial Day weekend in Philadelphia, enjoying the incredible "Art of the Portrait" conference that is put on each year by the Portrait Society of America. One of the highlights of the event is the "Face-Off" competition, which kicks off the weekend activities with great momentum. Conference attendees get a chance to sit and watch their favorite artists do an alla prima portrait from start to finish, but the twist is that it's not just one artist working... there are actually fifteen of them, all painting at once from live models! Most attendees choose to wander in circles around the artists so they can try and take it all in. The energy and excitement in the room is contagious. Each artist tries to do his or her best possible work in less than three hours, as attendees vote on their favorite at the end, and the winning artist gets to do a demo on the big stage later on during the weekend.

This year's artists included Casey Baugh, Ryan Brown, Ellen Cooper, Michelle Dunaway, Stephen Early, John Ennis, Rose Frantzen, David Kassan, Robert Liberace, Bart Lindstrom, Susan Lyon, Tony Pro, Alexandra Tyng, Mary Whyte, and Lea Wight. Almost all the artists chose to work in oil, with the exception of Mary Whyte, whose signature medium is watercolor, and Susan Lyon, who worked in conte.

 Mary Whyte, working in watercolor

Susan Lyon, using conte for her portrait

As I wandered the room, trying my best to see what everyone was doing, I was astounded by the diversity in the work. Not only did each artist begin their painting differently, but they varied in all other aspects, from canvas or panel size, palette, color and brush choices, and methods of measuring, to even the way they stood or sat in front of the model. Some squinted at the model and blocked in big shapes; others put down anchor points and backed away from their canvas after nearly every stroke.  Some artists, such as Michelle Dunaway and Tony Pro, are used to working alla prima in their everyday work. Michelle zeroed in on the eye sockets and worked out from there; Tony began his painting by blocking in the light and shadow masses with middle values.

Tony Pro and Michelle Dunaway, in the early stages of their paintings.

Some of the others who typically work in a more classical style, such as Ryan Brown and David Kassan, took their usual approach and "sped it up." Ryan Brown began his block-in with a traditional "cartoon," a drawing consisting of two values representing the light and shadow. David Kassan, Alexandra Tyng, Robert Liberace, and several others, began their paintings with light line drawings using warm tones and a small brush. 

David Kassan

Alexandra Tyng and Ellen Cooper 

Stephen Early and Robert Liberace

Rose Frantzen began her painting with oil sticks, "feeling out" the gesture and pose with what might have appeared to most a doodle-like and unorthodox approach. (It works for her!)

Rose Frantzen beginning her painting with oil sticks.

Overall, the quality of work this year was excellent and the finished paintings looked great. There was enough technique being wielded in that room to rival the most prestigious of art schools. Because conference attendees could watch what was going on, it became a great opportunity to figure out who they might wish to study from in the future. After all, each artist had something unique to offer. 

The winner of this year's Face-Off was Mary Whyte, whose beautiful watercolor portrait impressed everyone, especially those of us who mostly work in oil!

Mary Whyte

And here are the rest of the finished paintings:

Bart Lindstrom

Rob Liberace

Stephen Early

Michelle Dunaway

Rose Frantzen

Alexandra Tyng

Lea Wight

Casey Baugh

Ellen Cooper

John Ennis

Tony Pro

Susan Lyon

Ryan Brown

David Kassan

Strikeforce News Video: Rowdy Ronda Rousey and Cyborg-Santos Superfight Soon Possible

The 25-year-old, Riverside County, Californian, Rowdy Ronda Rousey, an Olympic medalist in Judo, made the sports pages this past March for her brutal-arm-bar-victory over former champion Meisha Tate to capture the Strikeforce 135 pound crown.

Rousey's boss, Cagefighting Promoter/Strikeforce CEO Scott Coker, in the video below, recently had a conversation with mmafighting.com's  Ariel Helwani where the pair discussed, among-other-things, a proposed superfight between the two best female cagefighters on the planet, Rousey, and Christiane Cyborg Santos

Although having good looks doesn't score any points inside the cage, Rousey is a champion who combines the elegance and beauty of a runway model with the violence and brutality of a savage Tigress.

The aesthetically beautiful Rousey is in total contrast to the male-body-type and features of Cyborg Santos—who's currently in the midst of an ugly PED (Performance Enhancing Drug) scandal.

As a result of having been found with illegal stanozolol metabolites (steroids) in her system—this past January, 2012, Cyborg was suspended for one year and fined $2,500. She also had her victory over Hiroko Yamanaka overturned to NC (no-contest.) by the NSAC.

It's also the opinion of most fight-experts, including myself, that Cyborg, a 26-year-old Curitiba, Brazillan has cheated before. Specifically, at Strikeforce: Carano vs. Cyborg—an event which took place August 15, 2009.

The match ended with Cyborg earning a victory over 30-year-old, Gina Carano, a beautiful Dallas County, Texan, and current movie star.

Carano has has not stepped back inside the cage since that night, after losing the Women's Featherweight Championship, via TKO, to 'Cyborg' Santos. So, perhaps the almighty-powerful NSAC could overturn that victory -- also to an NC ?

Stay Tuned.

The Farmer's New Daughter

Sorry I've been MIA for so long. Hopefully I'll be in my panties much more often from here on out.