I think I just came  

ArmorMonadCharm 44F
96 posts
11/5/2005 9:27 am

Last Read:
3/14/2006 6:44 am

I think I just came

Laying on my back.
I could feel my legs stretch out.
The muscles in them twitched,
My legs moved without caution.

My arms stretched up over my head.
I laced my fingers together.
Stretching my body like a cat.
Moving this way and that way.

I was purring quietly.
Moaning softly
Whimpering how good I felt.
Feeling the intense release in my muscles.

My body relaxed,
so I couldn't move a muscle.
I laid there and moaned softly
Oooooooooooooh.
Yessssssssssss
That feels so good.

As I continued to stretch like
The cat who just drank a bowl of warm milk.

Slowly my muscles unwound from their hard work.

A day of walking through
sloughs and fields deer hunting.
Miles and miles we walked.
Seemed to have the same effect as an orgasm
When at last the house was quiet
And I laid down on my bed.
And crawled between the cool cotton clean sheets.

(sorry folks but I just couldn't resist.
Because these were my thoughts as I did go to sleep last night. After a long day of walking trying to get my deer.

This is my story......
"I'm a Deer Hunter, How Do You Do"

Did ya see da turdy pointer?
I'll post the lyrics at the end of this post.

But today was opening day of Deer Hunting season in North Dakota. The season opened at noon. I wasn't looking forward to hunting until about a half hour into the season.

We were out walking. And up and over the hill was a nice doe.
So I did what any other hunter dressed in blaze orange would do, and that is walk quietly to sneak up on this doe. I was just under a hundred yards away and so I raised my 243 up. I always carry with a round in the chamber. So I took the gun off safety. When at that point. Another doe came up running over another hill. Spooked my deer and before I knew what happened. My deer was off running. I squeezed off two rounds. But missed. Did I mention that I both suck and hate shooting moving targets.

So we walked more that afternoon. Took a coffee break.
Waited while my hubby and dad went out to load up and then hang up our neighbors deer. His dad got the deer. He took a shot of over three hundred yards with iron sites! Oh and did I mention that he is also in his 70's. Well their son was the one that was injured this summer on Fathers day, when a storm blew throw and a tree fell on him doing serious bodily harm. He is still trying to recover from the accident so he couldn't help with the process of loading and hanging. But they knew just to call our cell phone and we would be there to help with that task.

Then it was back out for more walking.

But my other big moment was at dusk. We went out to some of my dad's posted land. (Thank goodness for a dad with lots of land. And some damn good land for hunting I might add as well.) So we snuck though some trees. But spooked off four deer that were feeding very close to the shelter belt of trees.

So we waited. And we heard some shots to the north and waited more. Soon more deer were comming from the north directly to us. I waited till they got close enough. However my downfall was on my 243 I didn't have the bolt action locked down all the way. So when I took it off safety and went to fire, it only clicked. The deer were close enough to hear, so that spooked them slightly. I pulled the bolt back and put a new shell in the chamber, and went to take a shot, but by the time I was down and ready to take another shot, the deer were running. I did squeeze off two shots, but missed. So I told the hubby to give me his 270 and shot off two more shots at the running deer. Damn I hate that I'm really bad at running shots. Had my gun went off that first time. I'm sure I could have had her haning in my parents pole barn tonight.

Bt that means, I'll just have to work hard to get that deer tomorrow. (I also have three weeks to get my doe.) And I'll be damned. I'll get her and fill my tag this year.

Well just wanted to share the events of my day today.

Hope you enjoy the lyrics of my favorite deer hunting song........

Turdy Point Buck
by Bannanas at Large

background noise: sipping beer, chorus of laughs and belches, general yooper noises

[talking]lemmie tell ya dat
and you know it's not so much the heat as it is the gosh darn humidity
you know dat[/talking]

you know when you sit there in the bed and you're just sweaty you know and you go to reach for the water on the nightstand and ya slide right out of bed, and the wife says
"stop making so much noise you're waking me up, go to sleep"

well lemmie tell ya
times like that make me feel like movin up north ya know
good idea
yeah i'd do it too

course then i couldn't watch the Packers ya know, the Packers are
gosh i like the Packers, i'd do anything for the Packers
who can forget Vince Lombardi ya know, back in the glory years, not me boy
ya know

yeah well anyhow
gettin to be that time of year eh?[/talking]

[this song is done in a form with polka music]

yeah i'm a deer hunter how do you do

i got this deer huntin rappin tale for you
i'm so excited, it's my favorite time of year
i love to freeze my buns chasin trophy deer
but don't clap your hands to the stompin of the feet
cause ya he's like me he can't keep a steady beat no

i got this great big knife cause the hunting is my life
it's my chance to drink beer and get away from the wife
it's the boys night out acting stupidly

say now baby baby don't you think maybe how bout you and me yeah
well we partied all night never made it to our bunks and
i was sittin in the tree stand on the tree dead drunk
windmill blowin 45, temp thirty below, i was freezin to death, then it started to snow
so i got down from the tree stand start headin for the truck
and thats when i seen it there, the turdy point buck
the turdy point buck?
turdy point buck (5x)

well he was eight foot tall, weighed twelve thousand pounds, with every step there was a shakin' on the ground
he was so rutiful so beautiful
strutted right out of my dreams, he was created by God just for outdoor magazines
now i'm not much for thinkin, no i don't do it often
but i had an idea
to put that turdy pointer in his coffin

turdy point buck
hh
turdy point buck

i couldn't get to my grenades
the howitzer was in the shop
my stomache was tied into a monkey knot
ya my only hope was betty lou
she was da one
a combination AK-57 uzzie radar lasar triple barrel double scoped heat-seakin shotgun

turdy point buck
hh
turdy point buck
turdy point buck

ya dat the women clappin' the the back dere i gotta make dat

well he was comin for me gettin bigger and bigger but my fingers were so frozen i could not pull the trigger
i kicked off my boots fired with my big toe
i was Dirty Harry, John Wayne, and G.I. Joe

ya dat turday point buck was only 10 feet away
ya still i couldn't seem to hit him and he wouldn't run away
and after 20 minutes when the smoke cleared
there were hunters on the ground and the world's biggest deer
standing tall and proud, he looked at me and yawned (ohhhhhhh dear)
and then a flash of white, and there he was, gone

[cryin and burpin]

well seven men got up and then one fell down
a big lump of blaze orange, shakin on the ground
at first i thought he was one of the boys
but it was a no brother good in law man from illinois

only cheese-heads in here, right boys?
send him back on the next plane ya know

Did ya see the turdy pointer?
Did ya see the turdy pointer?
Did ya see the turdy pointer?
Did ya see the turdy pointer?

as we jumped into da truck
sayin i'm gonna get that turdy point buck
yeah i'm gonna get that turdy point buck

hhh
turdy point buck (5x)


rm_Ugo2kneel4me 60M
3 posts
11/5/2005 12:41 pm

thanks for your opinion. i have wrote for many years and am coming out of the closet so to speak in regards to erotica. nice to know you hunt the animal too.
I have been on both sides of the fence. Meaning prior SOG Nav Seal RED CELL.
not much time to read your poetic like musings. will read later.
Ugo2kneel4me


ArmorMonadCharm 44F

11/6/2005 6:47 am

Well written below are more erotica stories and poetry of a sort.
Hope you enjoy them when you do.

Deer hunting is pretty popular here.
While It's not a sport I was raised with.
(Because of my dad's job overseas, the family lived there.
It's one that I have come to enjoy.
And now I just think it's so awesome that this year my oldest daughter who just turned 9 is spending so much time out walking with her grandfather. Because my dad loves the sport. And he missed it when we were overseas and it wasn't an option there.

But thanks for reading and I hope you do come back and read the rest of my writing. Many have enjoyed.

*blush*


brett97 39M

11/15/2005 2:01 pm

erotica stories and deer hunting.

Intresting combination. You're every rednecked southern boy, like myself, wet dream. Let me know if you ever come down here to Louisiana to hunt.


rm_anacortes 74M
2850 posts
11/24/2005 2:15 pm

As you lay on your back, stretching like a cat; have you ever broken into tears.. or at least a damp eye?

A fellow goddess did.. and my Yang reply for YOU..

Joy enraptured me and I kissed him deeply, feeling his soft heat melt inside me; soft tears
rolled gently from my eyes.

TEARS.. THE TEARS... THE SOBBING...IT WAS ALMOST TOOO MUCH FOR ME.

THE LADY HAD APPROACHED ME AND ASKED ME TO SHARE TANTRA/ SACRED SEX WITH HER.. SHE WAS TO BE MY FIRST "STUDENT" AND ALSO ONE OF THE FIRST SINCE SEPARATION FROM MY WIFE OF MANY YEARS.. SHE HAD NEVER CRIED.. NOBODY HAD EVER CRIED!!

SO, THERE IT WAS, MY GODDESS CRYING UNCONTROLLED DURING AND AFTER OUR SACRED SEDERUNT..

I WAS NOT PREPARED FROM MY TANTRA SCHOOL FOR THIS. BUT, I WAS A BIT PREPARED FROM MY "SEX MAGICK" BOOK.. THE POWER OF RELEASE.. AND THE OUTCOME CANNOT BE PREPARED FOR AND ANTICIPATED.. I HAD TO REMEMBER THIS AS I HELD GODDESS IN THE SACRED CARESS.. HAD TO TELL MYSELF TO "LETGO".. IT WAS NOT ME SHE WAS CRYING FOR.. I HAD NOT CAUSED THESE TEARS.. SO LET IT GO.. LET IT FLOW..

SINCE THEN I HAVE LEARNED THE GREAT HONOR OF SHARING TEARS AT SUCH TIMES..

MY HEART HAS NOT YET BROKEN OPEN TO SPILL ITS CONTENTS OF EVER INCREASING TEARS..MY GURU HAS WARNED ME WELL THAT THESE TEARS MUST FLOW FREELY BEFORE I HAVE ANY CHANCE OF NIRVANA..

Namaste


rm_garbageman12 54M
7 posts
12/22/2005 9:07 am

Great story, I too am a hunter. And I have now taken a deer three years in a row! That is an accomplishment, here in Michigan. The area I hunt had Bovine Tuberculosis deer found in it about 5 years ago, so they issued unlimited deer permits for a dollar for three years in a row, and decimated the herd. No baiting whatsoever. It taught me to learn the land and still hunt on the move. As your story describes, it is so much more fulfilling to hunt that way, taking in new surroundings constantly and enjoying mother nature.
I hunt with a 300 Savage, maybe a bit overpowered, but I also bear hunt, and it is perfect for that. By the way, did you know yooper is a term used to describe people that live in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan? Because when you ask them where they live they say yooper peninsula! LOL, I lived there while I went to Northern Michigan University in Marquette. Keep em coming.


rm_anacortes 74M
2850 posts
1/17/2006 12:37 pm

A special admiration for someone who is successful with the ancient bow method of bringing home the "bacon".


Thorndance 63M
433 posts
1/24/2006 6:33 pm

Good luck,

May the wild always greet you


Hung_and_tung 59M

1/28/2006 7:13 pm

Hello sweet lady! Did you ever bag that deer? I was thinking of you when I picked up my venison today and immediately cooked some link sausage. It was a spike, not very big, but soooooooo tasty.

As for erotica and deer hunting...primal urges, heart-pounding anticipation, joy and agony of a shot on target...I think I can relate. Trying to maintain composure as my heart races and my mind conjures up every possible scenario. Then, when the shot is made, celebration of a successful quest, yet wishing it hadn't ended.


rm_longlover15 52M

2/20/2006 1:09 pm

Although she was drunk, it was merely an excuse. She didn't need an excuse, but she still drank, but not enough to forget his head between her legs.

At first it was merely casual, his licking. Yes, he had a big cock, but she had seen enough cocks, no that didn't equate into instand turn on. No, it took time, and licking.

First she was wet, then his fingers worked her. UMMM. Then his tongue went back in. As he licked his fingers played with her rear hole, playing tenderly.

Ummm.. she looked up to see his cock. Her legs parted, wider and wider, to accomidate his head. Ummm.


Fuckforlongtime2 52M

3/1/2006 9:10 pm

Excellent Story Love.I'd love to read more, you have very interesting ideas.


TTigerAtty 62M

3/13/2006 12:04 pm

Didn't realize you had a blog till you commented on mine recently. Nothing like the fresh air, hunting and fishing. I envy you up there with that lifestyle. A great environment for your children to be raised!


ArmorMonadCharm 44F

3/13/2006 1:06 pm

lol well i tend to toss out odd comments on others blogs once in awhile.

lol

yep gotta love the clean fresh air around here.
and my kids love the outdoors as well.
my 9 year old can't wait till she is old enough for her first deer hunt.

Yep my daugher loves hunting and fishing already.

*blush*


gspotfinder4her 57M

3/13/2006 9:02 pm

hum to much to read nice ass !


knightrider2669 37M

4/11/2006 9:08 am

Like the deer story. Never thought I would read a hunting story on here. Hot, sex and a hunter, you're quite a woman.


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