fingered notion

Not getting a big fat stimulus check? Yeah, me neither. Want some more bad news? Not much in way of freakiness or food in this post. I know, I know, consider this then one of those annoying Emergency Broadcast tests that only seem to run right in the middle of your favorite TV program.

What I wanted to raise up the pole today is the simple pleasure of finding clarity. Now I'm not talking spiritual, Burning Man Peyote Park stuff mind you. I haven't had near enough libation to reach that plane, but rather to me it's satisfying to come across a notion or even a singular word that brings right in to focus the definition of a concept. Allow me two uniquely related examples.

"Concepts, notions, definitions? Gringo you had me up through Peyote! Ok fuck the broadcast and that ear deafening emergency monotone Gringo...and get back to that killer chocolate cake recipe and that action with the ropes and restraints!"

Relax dear reader, the cake and restraints are coming, but I've got to keep up with that book learn'd blog reader too! Indulge me some Papa Hemingway:

The story was writing itself...I ordered another rum St. James and I watched the girl whenever I looked up...I've seen you beauty, and you belong to me now...You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil. Then I went back to writing and I entered far into the story and was lost in it.

I closed up the story in the notebook and put it in my inside pocket and I asked the waiter for a dozen portugaises and a half-carafe of the dry white wine they had there. After writing a story I was always empty and both sad and happy, as though I had made love...

- Ernest Hemingway writing of his time in Paris in the 1920s in A Moveable Feast

And for 'ol Gringo there it was. With a little lead in for color, Hemingway had defined for me a big part of my sexuality.

Now I know I'm not breaking new ground here...but if I may, I'd like to speak only for myself.
Sex, fucking, making love, in all its wondrous, naughty, loving ways is very much about the build and the release. The build can start in the mind and work and churn itself for days, leading further to that initial contact with your lover, further still into the myriad of ways to pleasure your lover, pleasure yourself, building always, the chemicals in your body raging, testosterone, endorphins, all building, for days perhaps, certainly hours.

I've not the language to describe fully the state of this build and how it feels to be in it. The blessed release, the orgasm further defies my own grasp of language, so I won't even bother here.

But what has been elusive for me is the mixed feelings. For those hours that I am building, the state that my body finds itself in, luxuriates in, is upon that release, gone...lost. It's not a painful crash of course, that's what the orgasm is for, but nonetheless it's that very blend of ecstasy and loss that quite simply, for me, I found definition of in a sixty year old book.

So 'ol Gringo likes to luxuriate! Ok that sounds a little creepy, but you get me. That state prior to the release, there is no better place to hang out. If they served tequila there I'd sit at its bar all the time...happy hour every hour. So when I get there, get the chance to be there, I wanna stay there. Thankfully I'm not too old for making return visits but there is nothing like getting to that place and then hanging around for a while. So how does 'ol Gringo manage that? Allow me a further indulgence:

If my reader hasn't had the time, there is an exceptionally good writer who shares of her adventures and misadventures with the rest of the lucky us on her blog. www.arousaloftheminx.com Fair warning dear reader, she will captivate you and you will spend loads of time at her sight, never mind the hot HNT pics she's so generous with.

I credit her with the clarity she inadvertently have me by using the word...edging.

I'd never heard of it, lord knows there is plenty I have never heard of, but as soon as I read the word, I knew exactly what she was talking about. Edging is the very notion I'm attempting so that I can hang on to that build, pushing back Hemingway's sadness. For me its the word I can use to best describe my attempt at that balance!

Mr. Hemingway, meet Little Minx...Little Minx, Ernest Hemingway circa 1921.

Whew!! If you've sat here at My Floridita this far into the post, you certainly deserve a reward! Or your computer has frozen and you are stuck with me. Either way, thanks for the time, I've got another post coming soon that I'll get to work on. So in the mean time, do some cooking, do so loving, and ladies, feel free to send in some nekkid pics!

And trust me, the chocolate cake is worth the wait fellow patron, and as for the ropes and restraints, well I've always been a good sailor...

Veins open...let the juice flow

Ol' Gringo is back for the reunion tour! Seems I retired there for a spell but if my Texas brother Roger Clemens can juice up and make a come back, then I guess I can start tap'in a vein and do the same.

So now that I'm back, let me take a moment to redefine a few things. Now hold on now my precious one's of readers, don't worry none, I've got plenty of recipes and plenty of escapades to wax about. But I'd like to begin also going on about a few other shiny things that tend to distract my attention. And in the post to follow minutes later, you'll see what I'm ramblin about.

But while the subject of change is on our taste buds, I've been thinking. For the ones of you that have read this blog, you'll note that the recipes are shared in detail, but the escapades...well there more seen thru one of those softly filtered lenses with fuzzy focus. Any thoughts from the gallery on whether that works, or would a little sharpening of the focus be in order? Am a southern gentleman despite my tendencies and proclivities, and naturally filter my sailor's mouth around the more genteel of sexes, but if the public needs clarity, well who am I to deny?

well wishes over due

Let's see, when last we spoke, a worn down Texan was in the white house, mortgage companies were giving away zero down $500,000 loans to anyone with a pulse, Merrill Lynch was managing my money, Chrylser was manufacturing automobiles, unemployment was steady, money was flowing.

It's good to be back, did I miss anything?

Time to start anew, recipes are figured, experiences had, time to share and indulge.

But first..I'd be remiss to not wish you all:
Happy Halloween
Happy Thanksgiving
Merry Christmas
Happy New Year
and
Happy Valentine's Day!

Now that ya'll are glowing from all of my well wishing...let's continue shall we?

HNT #1

My very first HNT. If I haven't scared off my 'ones' of readers, I'll be happy to try and post regularly, varying the H and the N, trying to adhere to the T.

The Devilz in those Details

You know how life can come at us pretty fast at times. Responsibilities overwhelm, duties engulf, storms blow. Its far too easy to miss the subtleties, the little things, that shouldn't be overlooked or passed by, but so often are in times such as these. Caught up in the breezes of chaos, forgoing our little satisfactions and merits, missing pleasantries and moments.

Ol Gringo doesn't miss a damn thing though! No question that I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer, always thought of myself as the 'strong back, weak mind' type of fellow. But I find that if I can sit still for a spell and put my mind to it, all those missed details come flooding back; back to me, to be properly and hungrily remembered and relished.

First day of fall was this week, getting cold, leaves a turning, so grab a mug of hot cocoa and read on as I try and put my mind to the details of a day not long ago.

What is that you say? Your calendar is bull shitting you the same as mine. Its still hot as a pepper patch outside and the only turning going on is that of your A/C thermostats? But the therapy of the hot cocoa sipped out on your porch swing, under grandma's hand knitted quilt, or curled up in your favorite chair, reading material in hand is what I'm talking about that's lost. You are missing that!! Breezes of chaos, merits and moments, all that wasted alliteration a few lines up, remember?

This is about comfort, this is about recapturing those lost and unnoticed moments. Forget the hot cocoa and quilts, I got something better.

You are gonna need:

6-7 oz. of chocolate - An even mix, say 2 oz. each of milk chocolate, bittersweet and semisweet. If you wanna throw in an extra oz. of milk chocolate, who am I to argue your genius.
3 tablespoons of sugar
1 tablespoon of cocoa powder
1 1/2 cup whole milk - wanna go for broke, mix in a little heavy cream
2-3 tablespoons of peanut butter
ice

When we finally reconnected, long over due, I was full of lust and desire. The kissing first, always first, had a sense of urgency to it. The clothes I'd worn felt all wrong and unnecessary. While our time together lasted a couple of hours, most all of that time was spent urgently. Urgently taking what was desired, urgently giving what was needed, all at once dining on and feeding the other. It was erotic, it was very pleasurable, and as always it was in its own way beautiful and perfect.

Thinking back now, I can see so many little details that the broad stroke of my lust and desire overlooked, but now, later, I find those details alluring, attractive, sexy, and mostly just...her.

The chocolates needs to be melted down, either in a double boiler, stirring regularly, or in the microwave, carefully. Once the chocolates are all melted down together, add the sugar and cocoa powder, stirring it all together. While all is still hot, whisk in 1/2 cup of your milk or milk/cream mixture. At this point, let it cool, even stick it in fridge or an ice bath to cool the chocolate mixture down as we need it back to room temperature.

Once its cool, poor it into a blender, add in your remaining 1 cup of milk, the peanut butter and a few cubes of ice. Blend till smooth, adding ice as you desire to get the consistency you like.
If you've got a frozen glass from your freezer at the ready, great, otherwise any old glass will do. Dollop a little whipped cream on top and you've got FROZEN PEANUT BUTTER HOT CHOCOLATE.

Her hair looked great, pulled back into a clip. But once i removed her hair clip and let her long hair fall about her shoulders, she looked amazing.

Her nails where freshly painted a color that goes very well with her end of summer skin tone.

She had a bruise on her left thigh and another small one on the outside top of her left breast. The thigh's bruise a mystery, however did I make the small one on her breast?

The sun induced freckles on her back beginning to fade into autumn.

Her legs, so freshly smooth and hairless, her sex the same.

She often sighs her pleasure, but at times, she will make a small whimper of pre-orgasmic release. I've learned so much about her body, just by listening to it.

Her smile, when we are looking into each other as I am inside her, it begins its sly curl on the left side of her lips.

The flush of red that starts at her neck and works its way in to her face as she rides her own orgasm.

The way her hair, now sweaty for exurtion, sticks sweetly to the sides of her face.

What dominates these thoughts however was her new cute dress. She didn't mention it, and it didn't stay on for long, but her dress was very cute and summery. It was flattering and accentuated her beautiful curves.

I would have like to have kept her on my arm for the rest of the day, showing her off in her new summer dress to all the certainly jealous men about town. Another day perhaps, soon I hope.

HNT?

My how Thursdays come around regular in these parts. I am considering opening up The Floridita to the idea of HNT? Peaks mind you, of the Gringo and his pursuits.

In the meantime, I've posts to come, forgive my distractions

Summer Heat Quencher(s)

Let's hark on back to the days of yore, Gringo's college days! Now hold on a minute, I'm not gonna be one of "those guys" who are always reminiscing about their college, or worse yet, High School days, and how great I was, and remember that time I got that quarterback sack during the game against our big rival or how big Jenny Johnson's boobs were, something along those lines. Though to be fair, Jenny had one spectacular rack, but I digress.

I mention college here only to note that while I certainly learned a lot about myself and a little about women, and to some questionable extent...got an education, what I did learn was how to make one great fucking Margarita!

Now seemed like a good time to share what I affectionaly refer to as my Margarita 250!

I so badly want to tear her clothes away from her body. Her chest is heaving beneath her bra, and I simply want to take the lace and rip it away, freeing what I am transfixed upon, her taunt and hard nipples. Today is unplanned, we have met for lunch to discuss something important, and we are supposed to be talking before entering a restaurant to share a meal together. But instead, I am using up any last resource of restraint to not rip her clothes from her body here and now.
There is little privacy, a back seat in a big pickup truck, in a security patrolled parking garage, but I don't care. Very little in the way of 'love making' is happening here, only carnal desire and an overwhelming singular need...to be inside her. My hands under her dress now, my palms on her thighs, encroaching; that light static electricity feel of her hose reacting to my advances. She has parted her legs for me, she is opening herself to me, or I am pushing her legs apart, demanding access to her, it is becoming a blur of heat and the smells and urgency of sex are building. Sadly?, her hose won't survive me, I have found her sex, hot and wet through the hose and have gripped in my fist the union of leg's fabric and ripped myself access.

The Margarita we are going for here is a homemade frozen one. Another time I will wax poetic over my rocks recipe of silver tequila and fresh lime, but for now, we are making homemade Frozen Margaritas. Homemade to me, means ingredients you can easily bring into your home and equipment most likely found in your home (or boat)!
You'll need that store bought ice we talked about earlier. Tequila of course. Here I like to use something mid range, like Cuervo Gold. Nothing spectacular but not too cheap either. Triple Sec, any kind will do fine. Some cans of Minute Maid Frozen Limeade, you know the ones in cardboard can looking containers. If you've got a big home blender, buy the big sized ones, small blender, buy the smaller sized cans. You'll need one can for each pitcher. And some fresh limes. Your home blender will be fine.
So to recap:
Tequila
Triple Sec
Minute Maid frozen Limeade (frozen, don't thaw)
Limes
Ice (preferable store bought)
Blender

My pants are off, or at least down enough. And there it is, finally, that singular desire...met. I am buried inside her, her heat is welcome, her wetness is constant. Painted nails roughly on skin, hands griping titflesh as she rides me. We don't need long; the desire is met, the release is imminent. She calls out my name, contracts all her musclues involuntarily and she cums...beautifully as always. I am right behind her, pumping myself inside her, eyes rolling back, groaning.
Lazy now, glazed eyes and sweaty skin...sated.

In the blender add your Limeade. Fill the now empty Limeade container half-3/4 full with tequila, to taste here really, and then fill the rest of the way up with Triple Sec, add to blender, squeeze in a couple of fresh limes, again, to taste. More or less depending upon how "limey" you like yours. Pulse the blender a few times to mix it up. Now the secret here is adding ice. Since we are dealing with typical home blenders they don't ever seem to mix as well as those high dollar margarita machines so we have to improvise. So add a handful or so of ice and blend. Then add a handful more and blend. Keep this up till you've got the consistency you want. Adding the ice in batches will help the blender mix you out a better consistency of ice.

Salt some glasses if you like, pour and drink. Then pour and drink again. That pitcher's not perfect, so get back in there and keep at it, you've got some tinkering to do to get yours just right, and make your own Margarita 250!


Why 250? Because at $250 a semester hour, its probably the best thing I learned that year!

-Gringo