Thursday, December 10, 2015

Posting and Time

Sorry for the delay in postings. I have had so much stuff happening, good and bad,
that my time has just slipped by. Now I look at a calendar that says December and
I just cringe.

A big Thank You to everyone who ordered DVDs and Custom Video. I couldn't to
this without you guys and your support. I will be getting the photos of the new girls
up as quickly as I can and new vidclips will be going up at the C4S site and XVIDEOS
site just as soon as I can get them rendered. Thanks for sticking with us and for your

Monday, September 28, 2015

Toe-Rotica - Real Life Experiences of a Toe Monster

The Rest Area

Was taking a trip when I was living on the west coast. While driving down I-5 the traffic was moderately heavy. I was in the right lane and it, oddly, seemed to be a bit faster than the left one. I came up on a blue Toyota with two women in it. The passenger was laid back with her feet up on the dash. Being the highly observant Toe Monster that I am, I slowed down to see what was being put up on display. It was a tanned pair of feet with the most striking red painted nails I have ever seen. WOOHOO!!

I paced myself next to them for several miles, freeing my cock so I could enjoy things while I looked and lusted after those anonymous feet. After several totally awesome minutes traffic changed and I had to leave them behind. I realized I had to pee and looked for a place. A rest area exit came up and I took it.

After finishing my business, I came out of the bathroom to the site of a blue Toyota in the parking lot next to my car. Could it be??? I wondered......

As I got closer I noticed the driver was gone but on the passenger side was a pair of feet with red painted nails hanging out the window. I couldn't believe my luck. I had to walk right by them to get back to my car. At least I would get a close up view, I thought.

I walked up and the twenty something young lady greeted me. I looked at her pretty toes and responded back. "Are you traveling today," I asked. "Yeah, we are on our way to Seattle," she said.

"You have beautiful feet," I said with a smile.
"Oh, thank you," she replied, "I always try to keep them pretty."
"Well, you do a damn god job."
She giggled, "awww, thank you."

Impulsively, I reached out and touched her right foot, stroking the longish big toenail. A light squeeze and I had an instant boner. Surprisingly she didn't pull away. She just smiled and giggled some more. "you should be careful or I'll have you doing that some more," she said.

"You keep your feet there and I am liable to get very naughty with them."
"Really? How naughty?"

My response was to bend down and start sucking those beautiful toes.

Several sharp intake of breath and a few oh-my-gods later I raised up to find her masturbating through her shorts. I decided to go big or go home. I pulled out my cock and slid it between her toas. She pumped her toes 10 or twenty times and I shot  load all over the red polish and her feet.

I thanked her, got in my car and drove on.

Saturday, September 19, 2015



The longer I do this the more I see trends. Trends in what members want to see. Trends in attitudes and behavior of models. Trends in the marketplace. Hell, I even see trends in relationships.

One of the most surprising to me is the trend of younger women these days to say one thing and do quite the opposite. I don't see how hard it is to simply tell someone the truth about how you feel or what you want/need changed. Relationships whether they are personal, business, or D/S all undergo change as time passes and needs grow or diminish. Why is it so hard for some people to simply be honest with their partner and say something? Specifically, say something honest. I am not used to people I deal with blowing up over minor things and then looking for any minute bullshit excuse to sever ties. Hell, I still am on good terms with two ex-wives. A break up does NOT have to be adversarial or malignant. There doesn't need to be any wild-ass drama or bullshit. Simply say, "this isn't working for me anymore and I would like to change it to be like this."

I think the other shocking thing I have found is the number of people who utilize anti-social or sociopathic behavior traits, as well as the number of them who truly have no conscience in regards to their actions. Its like watching a heard of cows in a china shop at times. Its the "all about me" mentality and striving to meet their personal needs/obsessions at the expense of everyone else. And they feel totally justified in their actions. The viciousness displayed by some is quite unnerving. Facebook and social media haven't exactly helped since posting breakups is the fad and texting or posting on social media so you don't have to face a partner is pretty much a standard thing now. How do you know when its over? You go on Facebook or other social media and find yourself being blocked, trashed, and de-friended and you don't even know what the hell is going on. People that loved you a few hours ago are blowing up your phone and inbox with threats and bullshit accusations because of some post they saw somewhere. No proof. No trying to find out the whole story. Hell, not even a "damn, I'm sorry you're going through this but its not my issue" but rather an immediate jump that whatever someone posted is indeed factual and complete.

A friend on mine told me that nothing screws up people more than a FACT or the TRUTH nowadays. I am totally inclined to believe him now. You can present any truth to someone, but if their mind is made up that something else is true, then all the proof and evidence in the world will not deter their animosity or wrath. Its damn sad in my opinion.

The hardest thing is watching someone you care about self destruct or be used by others and not be able to do anything about it because they say "sometimes I just have to learn the hard way."  Really?? Damn, if 10-15 of my friends tell me someone is a piece of shit and to steer clear or be very cautious, I am gonna listen. I may still be stubborn enough to continue on my path, but you can be damn sure their cautions are in the back of my mind and the minute I see that what they are telling me is true, I am gone. Why is this such a "new" thing that no one seems to know about much less practice?

I guess I still have some learning to do.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Toe-Rotica - Real Life Experiences of a Toe Monster

The Hotel

I was on a trip for a weekend seminar and staying in a nice hotel. We had ended the session early and I was bored out of my mind. I decided to simply go for a walk and wander around to check out my surroundings. This tends to be a habit for me anytime I am somewhere I don't frequent. Its a hold over from the military.

As I went down the hallway where my room was, I noticed a housekeeping cart. I wandered by and casually looked in the propped open door. There was this 20-something drop dead gorgeous Asian girl adjusting the covers on the bed. Then I noticed she had on these cute little ballerina type flats with no socks or hose. My guts turned over. Her fingernails were painted a bright red. I figured, "What the hell", and stood there as she began to walk to her cart.

She greeted me and we began to small talk. Finally, I complimented her on her shoes and she thanked me. I asked her the size and she replied, "They are 7s." I asked if she did her own nails and she said, "Of course," and smiled. I then took the plunge asking if her toes matched her fingers. She said they did and I asked if I could see them. She casually slid her foot out of her shoe and lifted it up to me.

Impulsively I dropped to one knee and took her beautiful foot in my hands. It was hot with sweat and the toenails were absolutely painted perfectly. Nails were on the longer side and the toes were long and slender. Her soles were incredibly soft like velvet. Without thinking I kissed her toes. I looked up to see her smiling at me and she said simply, "You like?" I looked down at my crotch with a full on woody straining to escape my Dockers and responded, "Yeah, its pretty obvious."

She put her shoe back on and stepped towards the door of the empty room. "You want to kiss them more?" I quickly responded with a, "Hell Yeah!" and followed her into the room. She sat on the bed and I took off her shoes and gave her feet a vigorous tongue lashing and sucked every toe like there was no tomorrow. She laid back on her elbows and moaned quietly. I figured its now or never and stood up. Looking at her toes I unzipped and pulled out my cock. It was already leaking precum. I grabbed her right foot and placed it on my cock. She wiggled her toes and slid my cock between her big toe and second toe. A smooth back and forth movement started. Next she took her left foot and braced my cock on one side, curling her toes over the shaft to help hang on to it and continued to move her feet back and forth. After less than two minutes I shot a load. She smiled. I thanked her profusely and then grabbed a towel to clean her up. I gave her $50 and told her my room number. I told her if she worked the next day I would like to repeat the experience before I left for home. She smiled and said, "Maybe". 

She was back the next morning at my room.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

How Do You Do It

One of the most asked questions I have ever had is, "How do you get these girls to..." or some variation thereof. No matter what variation is asked, the answer is remarkably simple:

I ask.

That's it. Nothing more complicated than that. No great big trade secret. No drama. No magic. I simply ask. I am also not afraid to comment either. By that I mean, if I see someone with absolutely gorgeous feet I am not afraid to say something to them. Out loud. In public.

See, I learned a long time ago that if you stay quiet and secretive then you will more often than not be alone beating your dick into oblivion replaying memory images in your mind. Saying something, however, can turn a glimpse into a full fledged experience. All to many times I have had situations that would normally have remained simply visual turn into a situation where I was actually handling a beautiful foot of a stranger simply because I swallowed that nervous anxiety and said something like, "Oh my god, your feet are gorgeous!" A passing glance would turn into a twenty minute conversation and/or allow me to hand out a business card and recruit a potential model.

For way too long I was afraid that someone would find out I was into feet and use it against me or use it to embarrass or humiliate me because it meant I was "weird" or "not normal". I finally realized that liking feet was simply part of who I was. Why in hell would I allow someone to use my fondness as ammunition or as a weapon against me? No longer could someone say, "if you don't do such and such I will tell everyone you like feet." I beat them to the punch by telling people myself. And, best of all, I actually benefited from this. The "I'm gonna tell everyone" comment is answered by the word, "And...?" and in doing so removes all the power and threat

So, my answer to "how do you..." becomes my actual best advice to foot lovers everywhere: ASK.
If you ASK, you have a 50/50 chance of something going in your favor. If you DONT ask, you have a 100% chance of nothing working out for you. I don't know about you, but a 50% chance is much better than no chance at all.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

ToeRotica - Real Stories From The Life Of A Toe Monster

The Book Store 1

So I am out late at night, about half drunk, and horny as a bunny in puberty when I find myself at a local adult bookstore. This was a number of years ago but still quite a fond memory. As I go in I immediately notice the clerk is a really cute little Latina around 21 years old. I start browsing in the video rows and find a place where I can see her behind the counter.

I watch her for a few minutes and see her come out to go put up some videos on the shelf. As she steps out from the cash register I notice she is wearing a pair of running shoes with no socks. Instant boner on my end. In my intoxicated state I begin to grope myself thinking all kinds of nasty thoughts. Next thing I know she is on my row quietly putting up boxes on the shelves. I pretend to study the titles and watch her out of the corner of my eye. She was dressed casually in a T-Shirt and jeans otherwise. Her sneakers were old enough that I could actually see the impressions of her toes through the fabric and suddenly lust took me over. Somehow, some way, I just HAD to see her bare feet.

She came back twice more with one or two boxes for my row and I realized she was purposely coming back to my row. It was then I realized that I had a rather sizeable hard-on visible through my jeans. I finally caught her looking at it. I quickly decided that I was going to take a chance see what happened. This wasn't one of my normal haunts, so at worst, I figured I would be banned from the store if I went too far.

She smiles nicely and greeted me and then says, "Can I show you something?"

Loaded question! I couldn't believe my luck! So, I smiled politely and responded, "You certainly can if your toenails are painted."

"Excuse me, " she questioned.

"Your feet. I'd like to see your toes if your nails are done," my polite smile back in place.

Shockingly fast she slides her right foot out of her shoe and I see slender long toes and perfectly red painted nails of her size 9 foot. I nearly came on the spot. "Oh my god, those are beautiful," I blurted out not realizing I had grabbed my engorged cock and was squeezing the hell out of it. She watched closely.

"Oh, you like those?"
"Hell yes."
"They are just feet. What do you like about them?"
So, I told her. She giggled and said, "What do you do with feet anyway?"
So I told her a little more and lust took over again. Here was my one and only shot. I was about to score or get my ass tossed out. "Look," I said, "I am not trying to be insulting in the least, but I will give you $50 if you will let me suck you toes for just a minute."
" Are you serious?"
"I could get in big trouble if I say yes."
"And you could be missing out if you say no," I replied.
She giggled again. "Sure, I need the money. Go back by the bathroom. I'll be there in a minute."
I did as I was told. Less than 5  minutes later she was back in the bathroom with me. I locked the door and dropped to my knees. I handed her a $50 bill and pulled her shoe off catching the sweaty scent that gives me a raging boner. I buried my face in her foot and started to suck those toes for all I was worth. She actually moaned and said, "Damn!"
I kept going and decided to go for broke, I pulled out my cock. Then I noticed her head back and eyes closed. I took her toes from my mouth and dropped her foot onto my cock sliding the head between her big toe and second toe. Her eyes opened in shock and she looked down. I waited for the scream or kick or tantrum to come, but it didn't. Instead she began to pump her foot up and down across the head of my dick. Needless to say, stamina was not on the agenda. LOL! Less than 20 pumps later I spewed a load all over her pretty toes. She watched in awe. She then pulled her foot off and I grabbed some paper towels and cleaned her up finally putting her shoe back on. She blushed as I thanked her and she went back up front. I cleaned myself up and, shaking, prepared to face her as I left.

I walked back up front and she was behind the register. I thanked her again and said, "hope to see you again soon. I had a lot of fun"

She replied, "I did too. I love conversations like that. You can come see me anytime." And I did too until she changed jobs. More stories of her a little later.


Sunday, June 14, 2015

I lost a Week of my life

I lost a week of my life recently.
Worse, I actually lost my life twice in a matter of days. And I dont remember most of it.
It started as a head cold or allergy. As my breathing problems increased I went to the Doctor like anyone else would.
The idiot physician gave me a breathing treatment but wanted to admit me for uncontrolled hypertension. Since my
high blood pressure had been totally uncontrolled for a couple of years but I had been asymptomatic, I refused
hospital admission (AMA) - against medical advice. The idiot physician took this as a personal affront and refused
to prescribe any antibiotics for the obviously growing respiratory infection, nor would he prescribe home breathing
treatments, which was a viable option as well. A new rescue inhaler? Absolutely not.
I remember about 12 hours after leaving the VAMC ER...and nothing until I came out of a medically induced coma totally
restrained to a bed looking at the ceiling lights in the ICU with breathing tube in my throat. I didnt know what day it
was or what the hell had happened. I panicked, again it seemed, and I ripped the breathing tube from my throat. That alone was
no small feat either. As I said, I was totally restrained to the hospital bed at the time. Here's what I found out a day or two
I had passed out in my backyard some four days earlier. I couldnt breathe and overheated and began stripping off clothing
trying to cool off as I walked the 50 some odd feet from my bedroom to the backyard. I had an older sister visiting at the
time and she noticed me passed out with my face in the dirt and roused my oldest sister to help. When the panic attack
couldnt be stopped (I have some significant issues with panic attacks and complex PTSD), an amblulance was summoned.
The paramedics couldnt stop it either and they decided to transport me to the hospital. That's where all the problems
started. See, they sent 4 rather large firemen to restrain me for transport. My sister tried to warn them, but they didnt listen, or
maybe they just didnt believe her. I freaked out to put it mildly and I am told 1 literally launched 4 rather large
firefighters as if they were nothing. I did this more than once too. I would have to say this is evidence as to
the effectiveness US Marine Corps Combat training. When one goes into "combat mode", regardless of how old, broke down
and out of shape one is, one is literally a weapon. A scared one, perhaps, but a Marine is a Marine. There is a reason
you "earn" the title of Marine. You dont just join up like you do in other Services. When you are trained far beyond the
normal for even a Marine (like I was once), you dont forget your training....ever.
It's kinda like watching old Steven Segal movies: it doesnt matter how old and fat he is, the man is simply someone you DON'T want to fuck with.
When I was 20, I was a bad-ass. In my 30s, I felt I could hold my own. In my 40s, I could handle myself if forced to, but
I've never the mental shift or what it turned me into during my "episodes". I turned 50 in April and find myself smiling
quietly as I listen to men half my age brag about how much tougher, smarter, faster, badder, or meaner they are than this
old fat white guy that is sitting in front of them. The worst are the ones who really dont understand that the HARDEST
military service to even get into is the Marine Corps. I listened to one brag one evening about how much more intellient
he was compared to 99% of the men around him and how much of a bad ass he was. I sat quietly and smiled to myself wanting
nothing more than to look at him and ask, "and when were YOU smart enough to join MENSA?" Personally, I joined when I was
13 years old. I hold two Associate Degrees, A bachelors degree, a Masters degree, and am about 5 hours from two different
PhDs. I hold a White House Presidential Service Badge which I have cheerfully given the phone number to White House
Centrex and the White House Military Office just for grins on more than one occasion simply to watch someone pale and
shit themselves in fear as my credientials are validated. I have authored 10 natonally published books, over 300 nationally
published songs, danced and acted professionally. I have been an adjunct professor at one university and a Clinical
Instructor for three other colleges. Marines are taught from day one to be a leader and step up and take charge when
necessary. I have met some who are better leaders than others, but I have never met a Marine who was a "dumb grunt" or
a "brainwashed stupid automaton". If nothing else, we are taught to admit and embrace our fears and weaknesses and USE
the knowledge of our own weaknesses to control our situations to achieve our objectives in spite of our shortcomings.
So, I come to in time to yank my intubation for the third time and find out I had been in a coma courtesy of Micheal Jackson
Juice (Propanol) for nearly 4 days. I have an ENT doctor in front of me givng me a choice of being re-intubated or allowing her to take
30 seconds to run an NG tube down me to look at my throat and vocal cords and see if I had fucked anything up. I chose the
NG tube. I found out that that after my excursion with the local firefighters, they had to start chest compressions on me.
Once at the ER they did a cut-down and inserted a central line into my aorta and subclavian artery only to have me crash
and they manually compressed my heart to keep me going. Pretty sure I had some kind of small stroke on the way to the ER
too because I had no proprioception in my right arm and had lost the ability to write (its returning slowly thankfully).
I did the math and figured I had used up several of my cat lives and only have about 3 left now. Neighborhood felines are
wary when they get too close to me for some reason. Guess they think those "9 lives" randomly float around between us
feline types. LOL!
Oh and the ENT doc found a nodule one of my vocal cords that might be malignant. Problem for another day. My blood pressure is
still not controlled, but it is better. Its easier not to argue with my friends and family who dont know my limits as I do
and simply want me to be around for a while longer. I can live with that.
So I lost a week of my life. BUT I found out a few folks who actually give a shit about me that I never realized did before
now. I can honestly say that I have died and come back, although I probably wont discuss any of that for a long time.
That's the short version of the story. To everyone who came to visit, cared enough to text, call, and show genuine
interest, I thank you. Through all the misunderstandings, drama, and weirdness of my vanilla family, I ask you all to
not hold a grudge but rather understand how scared my family was and still is, and know that I thank you all for your
prayers, energies, and concern.