Wooo Hooo! HNT #25
It's my HNT quarter-century tonight. So for this one I'm letting you in on a little bit more of what makes me tick. A little more than usual anyway. Fair warning ... it is a kinda long post.
I love books. It's simple. Books make me moist. Some books even take me farther than that! Scary, huh?
I love to read and have tried, with little success thus far, to instill that love into my kids. I often give books as gifts (much to the chagrin of many a gift recipient!) I have been known to have four books working at the same time and have also lend and lost more books than I can remember. Get the point? I love BOOKS! Almost more than sex (OK, maybe I exaggerate a bit, but only for effect)
A little over a year ago I joined this club. I had graduated college and this was a small way of celebrating. I was making decent money and so I took the plunge. It's called "The 100 Greatest Books Ever Written." It features books by Charles Dickins, Herman Melville, Mark Twain, Hemmingway, George Eliot and James Fennimore Cooper among others. It is a fairly broad collection.
I love this club. They send me one book per month and take the money right out of my account so I don't have to worry about it. The books are leather bound with hubbed spines, printed on acid resistant paper and the bindings are sewn to last a lifetime, not glued.
The edges are gilded to protect against dust and humidity, the leather cover are ornately tooled and the end leaves are fabric, not paper. They are an investment I am making that I hope to leave to my heirs one day.
Today, I got my latest book ... #16 in the series. It is Walt Whitman's "Leaves of Grass." A comprehensive collection of his poetry.
I have a little routine I go through when I receive my latsest book. I go through the literature to see what might pique my interest in the future and then open the book.
My GOD That SMELL! It's orgasmic!
I run my hands all over the cover and the spine. I bring the leather bound lover to my nose and inhale her scent deeply. After that it's time to see what's inside. I spread the pages and run my nose up her crack, surrounding myself with the smell that is like no other ... fresh printers ink on brand new pages, opening wide, giving of herself, inviting me to accompany her on a trip to other worlds.
Like Barry White used to sing, "You're my first, my last, my everything!"
I have other books waiting so I simply read the publishers introduction and the preface. With one more sniff, I put the book up on the shelf until her turn has come and we head to paradise together. HHNT everybody ... WHAT? Yeah I'm wierd but didn't you hear? I LOVE BOOKS! Check the bathroom walls, it's written there somewhere, I promise! Oh and if you want to share more than I have today (skin-wise that is) See the King of half-nekkidness and get in on the fun. Tommy Gunn out!
EDIT: You should never blog stoned. I have been taking sleeping pills to help put me to bed lately and they have the unfortunate side effect of making me illiterate. Hell, I even misspelled my name. I'm going to bed folks. Night!
I love books. It's simple. Books make me moist. Some books even take me farther than that! Scary, huh?
I love to read and have tried, with little success thus far, to instill that love into my kids. I often give books as gifts (much to the chagrin of many a gift recipient!) I have been known to have four books working at the same time and have also lend and lost more books than I can remember. Get the point? I love BOOKS! Almost more than sex (OK, maybe I exaggerate a bit, but only for effect)
A little over a year ago I joined this club. I had graduated college and this was a small way of celebrating. I was making decent money and so I took the plunge. It's called "The 100 Greatest Books Ever Written." It features books by Charles Dickins, Herman Melville, Mark Twain, Hemmingway, George Eliot and James Fennimore Cooper among others. It is a fairly broad collection.
I love this club. They send me one book per month and take the money right out of my account so I don't have to worry about it. The books are leather bound with hubbed spines, printed on acid resistant paper and the bindings are sewn to last a lifetime, not glued.
The edges are gilded to protect against dust and humidity, the leather cover are ornately tooled and the end leaves are fabric, not paper. They are an investment I am making that I hope to leave to my heirs one day.
Today, I got my latest book ... #16 in the series. It is Walt Whitman's "Leaves of Grass." A comprehensive collection of his poetry.
I have a little routine I go through when I receive my latsest book. I go through the literature to see what might pique my interest in the future and then open the book.
I run my hands all over the cover and the spine. I bring the leather bound lover to my nose and inhale her scent deeply. After that it's time to see what's inside. I spread the pages and run my nose up her crack, surrounding myself with the smell that is like no other ... fresh printers ink on brand new pages, opening wide, giving of herself, inviting me to accompany her on a trip to other worlds.
I have other books waiting so I simply read the publishers introduction and the preface. With one more sniff, I put the book up on the shelf until her turn has come and we head to paradise together. HHNT everybody ... WHAT? Yeah I'm wierd but didn't you hear? I LOVE BOOKS! Check the bathroom walls, it's written there somewhere, I promise! Oh and if you want to share more than I have today (skin-wise that is) See the King of half-nekkidness and get in on the fun. Tommy Gunn out!
EDIT: You should never blog stoned. I have been taking sleeping pills to help put me to bed lately and they have the unfortunate side effect of making me illiterate. Hell, I even misspelled my name. I'm going to bed folks. Night!
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