I've received probably about 100 questions regarding why I started Holtz Athletics. These questions usually come after I introduce my products. The truth is, I started my company for many reasons. I should point out that Holtz Athletics is a wholly owned subsidiary of JH Graphics and Sports.
My journey for JH Graphics and Sports is just as intricate as my journey for Holtz Athletics. I started JH Graphics and Sports because I wanted to put numbers, logo's, and names on the back of hockey jerseys. My passion for this came about six years ago when I was running my University club hockey team. We needed new jerseys and the only thing we could muster up was some white jerseys and a sharpie. Soon after my first game in club hockey, I was approached by the commissioner who said that my jerseys needed to be fixed. We looked like a disgrace to the league. So I looked into my budget and found that the jerseys required by the league would cost me at least $1,500 for just one set. Not home away and practice. Just one set. So I bought the dark one's and immediately ate up half of my $3,000 budget.
Fast forward 4 years and I found myself in another situation: needing to get jerseys for my adult team but not having enough cash to pocket 30 jerseys. I had a sample done on two jerseys for just me. This cost $96. I realized that there had to be a better way. I was right. That's how JH Graphics and Sports came along.
My next problem was that to buy jerseys I would have to go through my pro shops to get jerseys. I did this for a couple of teams, but I was paying their profit margin to get jerseys. I couldn't get any kind of discount, much less pay the actual cost so I could sell the jerseys. So I reached out to many different companies who make jerseys. None of them would allow me to purchase their jerseys. Once again, I was in a hole that I needed to get out of. It was either that, or just accept the same old situation.
So I went out....I bought screen printing equipment, I bought vinyl equipment. I bought printers, plotters, paper and ink. I spent thousands of dollars, but I still didn't have any way of getting jerseys. I researched foreign factories to see who would produce jerseys for me. Turns out, my desire of never quitting came in handy.
In doing this, Holtz Athletics was born. Now that I have had a couple of orders to reflect upon, I think about the journey here. Both of these company's would never have been around if it wasn't for my intrigue.
So really, why do I keep going? Well that answer is pretty easy: I love hockey. Now I realize that if I ever want this company to grow, I will have to expand beyond hockey. For now though, I'm enjoying this market. It's not the most profitable, but profit wasn't my goal. My goal was to produce the best looking hockey jerseys for a decent price. I think I have achieved that goal.
So if you ever need great jerseys, caps, shirts, hats, hoodies, shorts, pants...etc..... www.jhgraphicsandsports.com
Friday, December 26, 2014
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Keeping War History Alive
I'm a veteran. I'm a soldier. I'm damn proud to say that.
As a former fighter for this great country, I look back quite often at the history that made us what we are today. I often think of that history surrounding world war II. That was a much different time in our country. Men fought with distinction every day. Going to the war and coming back made you a hero. Didn't matter if coming back was in a box or on a boat.
For years, our country neglected our veterans. Our country especially neglected our WWII veterans. This WAS and still IS the greatest generation to every walk. They fought in a war where our country needed us. They spoke up in a time when people were being oppressed and needed help. All of our military motto's come from them. Many of our modern fighting techniques were developed by them.
So how is it that the Vietnam vets got a dedicated wall to their fight much sooner than WWII ever did? I don't mean to take anything away from our Vietnam vets. They deserve just as much respect. The point isn't to shift to the veterans of Vietnam. It's to point out that WWII was largely forgotten.
In the next 5 years, the entire generation that made up D-Day and Victory in Europe day will be silent. All of them men who served will have perished to old age or premature death. We can't stop this. We also can't roll back time to show these veterans just how much we appreciated them. Unfortunately for WWII vets, we can do nothing but salute them to their death's. Our country has failed them. But we will not forget them.
The difficult part about this is that the heartbeat on the next war, Korea, is already coming. In 5 years, our Korean war veterans will begin washing out of society. Nursing homes will be free as more and more of these great men die.
We have to remember. We must make our history known.
As a former fighter for this great country, I look back quite often at the history that made us what we are today. I often think of that history surrounding world war II. That was a much different time in our country. Men fought with distinction every day. Going to the war and coming back made you a hero. Didn't matter if coming back was in a box or on a boat.
For years, our country neglected our veterans. Our country especially neglected our WWII veterans. This WAS and still IS the greatest generation to every walk. They fought in a war where our country needed us. They spoke up in a time when people were being oppressed and needed help. All of our military motto's come from them. Many of our modern fighting techniques were developed by them.
So how is it that the Vietnam vets got a dedicated wall to their fight much sooner than WWII ever did? I don't mean to take anything away from our Vietnam vets. They deserve just as much respect. The point isn't to shift to the veterans of Vietnam. It's to point out that WWII was largely forgotten.
In the next 5 years, the entire generation that made up D-Day and Victory in Europe day will be silent. All of them men who served will have perished to old age or premature death. We can't stop this. We also can't roll back time to show these veterans just how much we appreciated them. Unfortunately for WWII vets, we can do nothing but salute them to their death's. Our country has failed them. But we will not forget them.
The difficult part about this is that the heartbeat on the next war, Korea, is already coming. In 5 years, our Korean war veterans will begin washing out of society. Nursing homes will be free as more and more of these great men die.
We have to remember. We must make our history known.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
The rise of the woman
I was not sure where to put this blog. I could have focused my attention on the Ray Rice domestic violence issues, or I could have focused easily on NFL players and their spending. Both of those subjects have received enough attention. I felt the best thing to write about was women's rights. Although this is a very bland topic, the idea has taken up quite a shape in recent years. The closer we get to an equal society, the closer we will get towards what women and men think is normal.
To see where this is headed, we must look at our past. Specifically, I like to highlight my past and take you with me. I'm roughly 31 years of age and I am currently married. Thirty years ago, had the computer and modern technology been around, I would probably be doing exactly what I am doing now: Writing. I might have talked endlessly about idea's that could mean absolutely nothing to 99% of my readers. It's not so much whatever I write on paper on on this computer that would have made me back then. It's what I would be like after I got up and addressed everyone. This is where Women's rights started. Right here on this computer. When the man got up, the woman sat down and something changed. Minds started opening, we were equals. I can type (in theory) just as fast as a woman, and I can do anything else in relatively similar fashion. Pregnancy or muscle issues wouldn't effect either of us. But the world off of this computer is something different. It's real, it's tangible, and it certainly doesn't translate to what women have been asking for since they sat down at a computer.
Here is why:
I grew up in a very small town under the cloud of religion. It is here that I believe Women's rights are truly given up to their fullest extent. People complain about how bad women have it elsewhere, but go to a church and follow their preachings for a while. You will see that the bible isn't too keen on allowing women to do much. In fact, in my small town and my small church many of the men had college educations. Their frail and tiny wives had half of one. The women in that church often studied until a proposal was made by the man. At that time, the woman would immediately drop out of school while the man finished. Every woman I knew at my young age would prepare for marriage. This includes serving the man, taking care of the house and being a "good wife". This is almost a 180 degree turn from what was being taught in college. These women married their men and had children and never left their husbands side. I've even heard of women refusing to divorce in the case of abuse or neglect. This is all okay'd within the church, and makes women's rights that much more confusing.
Right here, today, things are different. Women own or run roughly 66% of all editorial magazines, columns or news papers. Women own less than 5% of the major publications though. So the question must be asked: What do women want?
Well the answer is pretty simple: equality. Somehow it is viewed in our male culture that being penetrated (sexual intercourse) makes a woman weak. This is often used as a negative reference in sports competitions and the like to illustrate a man or boy who is not performing. They are called a "pussy" because a "pussy" get's penetrated. That makes them weak. So let's say for a minute that we eliminate the genitalia argument. Let's say that we look at each other from a biological standpoint. Take a look for instance at a construction site. Then take a look at an office. More often than not, you won't find women on construction sites. This might point to a lack of women in the field, but it's often due to the strain on the human body. Construction isn't easy and whether you choose to acknowledge this or not, women don't often have the muscle capacity that men do. That might sound offensive and you might think of me as a bigot. If so, you can stop reading at any time. Construction type work often requires less brain and more braun. Women seem to have a knack for having the brains of the two sexes. Take a quick look at relationships between a man and a woman. How often do you hear the saying "behind every woman is a man shaking his head"? You don't. It's the other way around. Men are keen to making stupid decisions. This leads me back to my previous statement. Take a look around the office. At my work, their is an abundance of women. In fact all of my managers are women. Most have been in their positions for six or more years. Now contrast that to the construction site. You will notice a big difference.
The next item to note is pay. Why do women get less pay than men? Do they actually get less pay than men? If you are looking one on one, you won't find it. If you sample women from all industries and compare them with their male counterparts you will quickly see a trend of women being paid less. Why is this? Well it goes back to the penetration argument. Remember? The person who is penetrated is weaker. Take that statement to my office. You'll notice that if you are the one doing the penetrating that you are in the minority and usually not in a management position. However that is not the real issue here. The issue is that men see two points A and B. A is the start of your career and B is the end. A man starts his career, develops and aside from any medical issue ore vacation develops into a phenomenal employee. Contrast that to a woman. Men see women as having 3 points A, B, and C. A is the start of the career, B is childbirth, and C is the end. B is almost always associated with a gap. B also means less time for the woman to develop as an employee. B, finally, means that men will have the opportunity to grow more as employee's. Well for this I ask you to take a look into the news. Remember back in the day when families consisted of a husband, wife and nine children? That was the 60's. That's where this lack of rights started. Take a look around today. Those families pushing 9 kids have reality shows. 4 children seems to be pushing it. I have a cousin who was a surrogate for 5 children plus delivered 4 of her own. She started work as a phlebotomist, went to school and became a nurse all while having these 9 children. Women can do more now, and the advent of the internet allows the recovery time, both from childbirth and missing work to be minimal. In fact, most jobs that work in an office (remember when you looked around the office?) have the option to work remotely. So a newly minted mother could put work in from home. Yeah, we've grown in technology.
So where does this lead us? Well I am an American. Lot's of people don't like me because of what I stand for. But for my fellow American's we are trend setters. If we like this or not, we are. Because of this we must stand in front and allow ourselves to give women the chance to do exactly what we do: work hard and earn the most money possible. After all, it's much more fun to have a pocket book of money than a folder of regrets.
To see where this is headed, we must look at our past. Specifically, I like to highlight my past and take you with me. I'm roughly 31 years of age and I am currently married. Thirty years ago, had the computer and modern technology been around, I would probably be doing exactly what I am doing now: Writing. I might have talked endlessly about idea's that could mean absolutely nothing to 99% of my readers. It's not so much whatever I write on paper on on this computer that would have made me back then. It's what I would be like after I got up and addressed everyone. This is where Women's rights started. Right here on this computer. When the man got up, the woman sat down and something changed. Minds started opening, we were equals. I can type (in theory) just as fast as a woman, and I can do anything else in relatively similar fashion. Pregnancy or muscle issues wouldn't effect either of us. But the world off of this computer is something different. It's real, it's tangible, and it certainly doesn't translate to what women have been asking for since they sat down at a computer.
Here is why:
I grew up in a very small town under the cloud of religion. It is here that I believe Women's rights are truly given up to their fullest extent. People complain about how bad women have it elsewhere, but go to a church and follow their preachings for a while. You will see that the bible isn't too keen on allowing women to do much. In fact, in my small town and my small church many of the men had college educations. Their frail and tiny wives had half of one. The women in that church often studied until a proposal was made by the man. At that time, the woman would immediately drop out of school while the man finished. Every woman I knew at my young age would prepare for marriage. This includes serving the man, taking care of the house and being a "good wife". This is almost a 180 degree turn from what was being taught in college. These women married their men and had children and never left their husbands side. I've even heard of women refusing to divorce in the case of abuse or neglect. This is all okay'd within the church, and makes women's rights that much more confusing.
Right here, today, things are different. Women own or run roughly 66% of all editorial magazines, columns or news papers. Women own less than 5% of the major publications though. So the question must be asked: What do women want?
Well the answer is pretty simple: equality. Somehow it is viewed in our male culture that being penetrated (sexual intercourse) makes a woman weak. This is often used as a negative reference in sports competitions and the like to illustrate a man or boy who is not performing. They are called a "pussy" because a "pussy" get's penetrated. That makes them weak. So let's say for a minute that we eliminate the genitalia argument. Let's say that we look at each other from a biological standpoint. Take a look for instance at a construction site. Then take a look at an office. More often than not, you won't find women on construction sites. This might point to a lack of women in the field, but it's often due to the strain on the human body. Construction isn't easy and whether you choose to acknowledge this or not, women don't often have the muscle capacity that men do. That might sound offensive and you might think of me as a bigot. If so, you can stop reading at any time. Construction type work often requires less brain and more braun. Women seem to have a knack for having the brains of the two sexes. Take a quick look at relationships between a man and a woman. How often do you hear the saying "behind every woman is a man shaking his head"? You don't. It's the other way around. Men are keen to making stupid decisions. This leads me back to my previous statement. Take a look around the office. At my work, their is an abundance of women. In fact all of my managers are women. Most have been in their positions for six or more years. Now contrast that to the construction site. You will notice a big difference.
The next item to note is pay. Why do women get less pay than men? Do they actually get less pay than men? If you are looking one on one, you won't find it. If you sample women from all industries and compare them with their male counterparts you will quickly see a trend of women being paid less. Why is this? Well it goes back to the penetration argument. Remember? The person who is penetrated is weaker. Take that statement to my office. You'll notice that if you are the one doing the penetrating that you are in the minority and usually not in a management position. However that is not the real issue here. The issue is that men see two points A and B. A is the start of your career and B is the end. A man starts his career, develops and aside from any medical issue ore vacation develops into a phenomenal employee. Contrast that to a woman. Men see women as having 3 points A, B, and C. A is the start of the career, B is childbirth, and C is the end. B is almost always associated with a gap. B also means less time for the woman to develop as an employee. B, finally, means that men will have the opportunity to grow more as employee's. Well for this I ask you to take a look into the news. Remember back in the day when families consisted of a husband, wife and nine children? That was the 60's. That's where this lack of rights started. Take a look around today. Those families pushing 9 kids have reality shows. 4 children seems to be pushing it. I have a cousin who was a surrogate for 5 children plus delivered 4 of her own. She started work as a phlebotomist, went to school and became a nurse all while having these 9 children. Women can do more now, and the advent of the internet allows the recovery time, both from childbirth and missing work to be minimal. In fact, most jobs that work in an office (remember when you looked around the office?) have the option to work remotely. So a newly minted mother could put work in from home. Yeah, we've grown in technology.
So where does this lead us? Well I am an American. Lot's of people don't like me because of what I stand for. But for my fellow American's we are trend setters. If we like this or not, we are. Because of this we must stand in front and allow ourselves to give women the chance to do exactly what we do: work hard and earn the most money possible. After all, it's much more fun to have a pocket book of money than a folder of regrets.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Why being a veteran is so hard
Some days I close my eyes and think back to before I ever joined the military. I think about my high school years and everything that was not taught to me. My father was a drunk who left our family when I was 8 years old. From that point on, everything was tough.
I grew up the hard way. My mother didn't know a whole lot about the world because she spent her childhood sheltered from it. I grew up every day knowing that the odds were against me. That if I got into a fight, no one would stick up for me. If I was bullied, I didn't have the structure at home to rely on. Nobody from my household would confront a teacher or another parent to help me. It was just me. I often got into fights, just to prove that I could take the bully down.
This type of lifestyle is not the best. When I graduated high school, my options were limited. I wanted to be productive in life and give back in everything that I could. I found myself working a couple of jobs that didn't offer but minimum wage.
Then the Army happened. It's almost as if up to that point, my eyes were shut to the world. I didn't have friends, a job or anybody to turn to. Life was tough. In boot camp I quickly learned that my drill sergeants were against me. I learned that they would exploit my weaknesses and use them against me. At this point, most of the other soldiers were learning to bond together. So that when the drill sergeant came to dish out his daily screaming, he had to scream at all of us. This is when I learned to bond. I learned to work as a team. I learned that in everything I do, I can accomplish this as a team.
When I was sent to my first duty station, I used this team work ethic to get everything done. If a job required someone to be working for 32 hours straight, we built a team and created a schedule so that every strong person in the group could mentor a weaker person. This would also allow us to keep minimal staff on the job, and keep the whole organization working smoothly.
In Iraq, I used this idea again. When against the enemy, we never used our numbers. We used our teamwork. Applying everyone's greatest strength to exploit the enemies weakness. For years on end, we worked to repel the enemy and conquer being outnumbered.
We worked harder and faster to accomplish our mission. However, like the NFL players our time as soldiers can only last so long. The body wears down, and eventually so does the mind. It's not a matter of if, but when.
That exit happened for me when I was injured. I now try to find my place in life but have severe difficulties. This is because people apply the word "team work" in their job descriptions but only mean work together. I've never seen anyone rely on another person to the point that they are working like I did in the military.
Because of this, I can't seem to hold a job longer than 8 months. I relive my horrors every day and only hope that one day I will die peacefully knowing that I served. I'm not a suicidal guy, I just know that once again the odds are against me. Except this time, I don't get the chance to find something to open my eyes. I just have to live with my past.
I grew up the hard way. My mother didn't know a whole lot about the world because she spent her childhood sheltered from it. I grew up every day knowing that the odds were against me. That if I got into a fight, no one would stick up for me. If I was bullied, I didn't have the structure at home to rely on. Nobody from my household would confront a teacher or another parent to help me. It was just me. I often got into fights, just to prove that I could take the bully down.
This type of lifestyle is not the best. When I graduated high school, my options were limited. I wanted to be productive in life and give back in everything that I could. I found myself working a couple of jobs that didn't offer but minimum wage.
Then the Army happened. It's almost as if up to that point, my eyes were shut to the world. I didn't have friends, a job or anybody to turn to. Life was tough. In boot camp I quickly learned that my drill sergeants were against me. I learned that they would exploit my weaknesses and use them against me. At this point, most of the other soldiers were learning to bond together. So that when the drill sergeant came to dish out his daily screaming, he had to scream at all of us. This is when I learned to bond. I learned to work as a team. I learned that in everything I do, I can accomplish this as a team.
When I was sent to my first duty station, I used this team work ethic to get everything done. If a job required someone to be working for 32 hours straight, we built a team and created a schedule so that every strong person in the group could mentor a weaker person. This would also allow us to keep minimal staff on the job, and keep the whole organization working smoothly.
In Iraq, I used this idea again. When against the enemy, we never used our numbers. We used our teamwork. Applying everyone's greatest strength to exploit the enemies weakness. For years on end, we worked to repel the enemy and conquer being outnumbered.
We worked harder and faster to accomplish our mission. However, like the NFL players our time as soldiers can only last so long. The body wears down, and eventually so does the mind. It's not a matter of if, but when.
That exit happened for me when I was injured. I now try to find my place in life but have severe difficulties. This is because people apply the word "team work" in their job descriptions but only mean work together. I've never seen anyone rely on another person to the point that they are working like I did in the military.
Because of this, I can't seem to hold a job longer than 8 months. I relive my horrors every day and only hope that one day I will die peacefully knowing that I served. I'm not a suicidal guy, I just know that once again the odds are against me. Except this time, I don't get the chance to find something to open my eyes. I just have to live with my past.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
The Dirty Sanchez
I came up with the guts of this blog due to a recurring situation with my wife. I'm sure my situation is nothing different than what any other man experiences. It's something like this: you're in the mood to give her "X" amount of inches, and she's in the mood to roll her eyes. Then a day or two later she's all about opening those legs, but you just happened to be coming home from a 12 hour shift and want nothing better than a nice bed to sleep on, possibly a shower.
Before we begin my instructional blog, every man out there needs to heed this short poem: "Legs together are tight as a feather, legs apart and you're ready to start". This is the recipe to divide and conquer a woman's legs.
I digress, the dirty sanchez.....
So I actually first heard of this technique while in Iraq. I had a buddy who was in the Marines at one point. We were both in the Army during this story, so every time he spoke most people believed him. That is until I tried most of his non-sense.
He often gave instructions on how to "make your woman respect you" and "if you give her an inch of leeway, she'll take a mile". He spoke as if he had mastered the woman, and people (including myself) believed him. I think we believed him because most of his other stories checked out. He talked about sleeping on a roof naked in Miami and had the arrest record online. He talked about drinking too much beer and running into Tom Cruise in LA. That too was found on YouTube. One thing stuck out, and it stuck out like a sore thumb.
That thing was the dirty sanchez. He told this story like he had done the act several times before and even talked about proper wrist hinging to apply the "feathery finger touch". One day I thought about what he said and then approached him about his story. Something didn't add up. He finally confessed that he had never performed the act, but heard plenty of stories about it. So essentially he heard an Army "telephone" story. This is a story where you heard something from one person, who heard it from another, who heard a conversation over five people, who were reading something completely unrelated in a magazine.
Well young troopers, I can tell you that I have performed the Dirty Sanchez.
So here was my deal. I work in a high responsibility job these days. Nobody will get killed if I make a mistake, but plenty of people will miss out on lots of money if I screw something up. The saying "shit rolls downhill" applies to me. That hill is long and steep. Usually if I make a mistake Monday, I don't hear about it until the following Monday. That means that a whole business week has passed before I hear about an imperfection which has stopped the world, but is still fixable.
That's just part of my job. But dealing with these kinds of things daily makes me tired. My brain is fried when I get home and the last thing I want is to mingle with my wife. So I immediately go to the bedroom where I try to lay down. However, I have two children who remind me that bed time is not until 8:00 P.M.
So my sleep is further delayed. By the time I do go to bed, I'm tired. For some reason my wife thinks this is the perfect time to have a sexual encounter. This is odd considering when I don't work late hours, I'm always down for a little bump and run. Problem is, she's not in the mood.
So after I while I became annoyed with hearing her wanting sex, but she knows I'm too damn tired to do anything. So one night I decided that I would submit to her will. I'd have an encounter with her, but it would be with a twist.
I got naked and prepared for a sexual arousal. I took my middle finger and shoved it up my butt hole. This is key. The deeper you go, the more bile you get thus a stinkier finger and a better Sanchez. Then I hid my hand behind my back. This is the second key. With a stinky finger, you'll turn a woman off quickly and thus this little reminder won't work.
Next I waited for her to come in for a kiss where I told her I have a surprise for her. All she needed to do was turn around for a reverse mount. She agreed. I put my right hand on her left shoulder with my right arm going over her chest to secure her. I then told her to repeat after me: "S-A-N-C-H-E-Z". At about the C letter, I arched my finger across her top lip and quickly pulled my stink finger which applied a nice amount of stink on her top lip.
I was slapped, but the smell made her gag. I taught her a lesson. That lesson is that marriage is a two way street. You have give a little to get a little. That means giving a little fun time to me when I want it. So in turn, she got a lot of shit for all the times that she gave me a little shit.
Hope you enjoyed!
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Before we begin my instructional blog, every man out there needs to heed this short poem: "Legs together are tight as a feather, legs apart and you're ready to start". This is the recipe to divide and conquer a woman's legs.
I digress, the dirty sanchez.....
So I actually first heard of this technique while in Iraq. I had a buddy who was in the Marines at one point. We were both in the Army during this story, so every time he spoke most people believed him. That is until I tried most of his non-sense.
He often gave instructions on how to "make your woman respect you" and "if you give her an inch of leeway, she'll take a mile". He spoke as if he had mastered the woman, and people (including myself) believed him. I think we believed him because most of his other stories checked out. He talked about sleeping on a roof naked in Miami and had the arrest record online. He talked about drinking too much beer and running into Tom Cruise in LA. That too was found on YouTube. One thing stuck out, and it stuck out like a sore thumb.
That thing was the dirty sanchez. He told this story like he had done the act several times before and even talked about proper wrist hinging to apply the "feathery finger touch". One day I thought about what he said and then approached him about his story. Something didn't add up. He finally confessed that he had never performed the act, but heard plenty of stories about it. So essentially he heard an Army "telephone" story. This is a story where you heard something from one person, who heard it from another, who heard a conversation over five people, who were reading something completely unrelated in a magazine.
Well young troopers, I can tell you that I have performed the Dirty Sanchez.
So here was my deal. I work in a high responsibility job these days. Nobody will get killed if I make a mistake, but plenty of people will miss out on lots of money if I screw something up. The saying "shit rolls downhill" applies to me. That hill is long and steep. Usually if I make a mistake Monday, I don't hear about it until the following Monday. That means that a whole business week has passed before I hear about an imperfection which has stopped the world, but is still fixable.
That's just part of my job. But dealing with these kinds of things daily makes me tired. My brain is fried when I get home and the last thing I want is to mingle with my wife. So I immediately go to the bedroom where I try to lay down. However, I have two children who remind me that bed time is not until 8:00 P.M.
So my sleep is further delayed. By the time I do go to bed, I'm tired. For some reason my wife thinks this is the perfect time to have a sexual encounter. This is odd considering when I don't work late hours, I'm always down for a little bump and run. Problem is, she's not in the mood.
So after I while I became annoyed with hearing her wanting sex, but she knows I'm too damn tired to do anything. So one night I decided that I would submit to her will. I'd have an encounter with her, but it would be with a twist.
I got naked and prepared for a sexual arousal. I took my middle finger and shoved it up my butt hole. This is key. The deeper you go, the more bile you get thus a stinkier finger and a better Sanchez. Then I hid my hand behind my back. This is the second key. With a stinky finger, you'll turn a woman off quickly and thus this little reminder won't work.
Next I waited for her to come in for a kiss where I told her I have a surprise for her. All she needed to do was turn around for a reverse mount. She agreed. I put my right hand on her left shoulder with my right arm going over her chest to secure her. I then told her to repeat after me: "S-A-N-C-H-E-Z". At about the C letter, I arched my finger across her top lip and quickly pulled my stink finger which applied a nice amount of stink on her top lip.
I was slapped, but the smell made her gag. I taught her a lesson. That lesson is that marriage is a two way street. You have give a little to get a little. That means giving a little fun time to me when I want it. So in turn, she got a lot of shit for all the times that she gave me a little shit.
Hope you enjoyed!
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Friday, June 13, 2014
Sleeping with Married Women
Alright, so tonight on this very blog 2 years of statistics and "work" come out. I don't know how this will sound at the end, but I worked to find out the answer to a quest that I started on February 6th, 2012. I've tried everything known to man to get married women to drop their pants. I was successful. I was able to take 52 women home, 27 of which gave me the honor of seeing fully nude bodies.
However, I am a married man and this trial served nothing more than to find out what it was like. I had some parameters to start with, and I stuck by them.
I was not allowed to ever penetrate another woman. Nothing anal, and nothing which "hid" my penis. So I never had any sucking or anything like that. I simply tried some idea's and got within penetration range of 27 women. All of whom I told I had an STD just before the 0 barrier. I was promptly thrown out of homes, and a whole bunch of other stuff. But I never had sexual intercourse with any other woman than my wife, who gave me her blessing to write such a risque blog.
This day started on February 6th 2012. I was in college and married. I noticed a beautiful woman sitting no more than 5 seats away from me. She had her elbows on the desk, while she inadvertently hung her breasts on the table. It was mouth watering. I felt a sense that I wanted to be a male and take her over. Remove her pants, and giver her my sperm. But I didn't. I held out like any good married man and looked, but didn't touch. A part inside of me said, what would it be like if I did though? Are single women easier than married women? Well, that became my test. Since I married a single woman, I didn't want to try something that wasn't taboo. I didn't want to give a how-to guide on picking up single women. Guys do that every day. If you are reading this as a married woman, you were probably swept up as a singleton.
So I set out. I talked with my wife, and told her that I wanted to write a blog about sleeping with married women. I wanted to see how committed married women are. With the above parameters in mind, I set a few more. The first being that if I picked up a woman who was single, I would immediately release her. That wouldn't be a part of my forte into this data suggestion. The next was that I would try to target every woman with a ring on her ring finger. Even though I was targeting married women, I found quite a few engaged ladies more than willing to accept another man. I'm not going into too much detail on this, but let's just say engaged women are not as off limits as you would think.
Next I wanted to figure out if I was going to write a how-to "be a home wrecker" or just write about my experience. I know that plenty of men are out there who wreck homes all the time, but don't write about them. So I decided to write about what I experienced, rather than focusing on how to strip a married woman of her clothes and put a leg on either side of the bed.
So it started. I prepped by first tackling some of best known markets: the bar. I know women who go to a bar are there to socialize. The rule is "women in 2's, are not for you". So I avoided them. I didn't need to get to the cab or my car only to find the back up lady talking my candidate out of going home with me. I went one step further by targeting women at bars where you would be more likely to find a drinker than a social engineer. This is where I found the most women. I started in March of 2012 and managed to get 5 women to hotels. The pick ups were easier with bar women. Most of them appeared to be lacking the ability to find a sound relationship. Most were looking for that home run guy who would help them live financially secure. I have some money, so I played this up by giving hefty tips and always driving my over styled Porsche. The car itself is a talking point. So I can go from there. Between 2012 and 2014 I engaged 16 women at various bars. 8 of them got in my car and 7 of them gave me the opportunity to inseminate.
I knew that bars were easy targets with a nice car. This was obvious from early on, but I kept the bar scene going through December of 2013. I found that holidays were the easiest ones. Women would often go have a drink after work before going home to their hubby's. Married women feel "off limits" to other guys and will disclose quite a few more details than would be considered normal. Buying a drink for a married woman at a bar isn't hard. Just offer some expensive alcohol, or flashy name and you are set. Bar women, whether married or single often fall for the same gimmicks. Here is a rule of thumb for you: If you met your spouse in a bar, don't expect her to ever abandon that stage in the trying times of your relationship.
Next is the coffee house. This didn't produce many good results. I live in a wealthier city, so seeing a Ferrari pull up to Starbucks isn't all that uncommon. Having a Porsche doesn't compare to a Ferrari. So I never played this card. I also am not the most social person in the world. So walking up to women deep into a book with a latte in hand doesn't often produce good results. Again, money talks. I met 10 women at 1 starbucks and got 3 of them in my car. 1 of them shed clothes for me. I did this by enticing that "off limits" feel of the bar, but also by offering a sense of sophistication. Women at a coffee house often don't go there to pick up men. It's just not a great place. It's more of an A - B, get the coffee and get the fuck out. Some ladies will stick behind, but most are single. Even the married ones are a little harder to get. The one lucky lady who I had the full frontal with ended up being a mom of 2 with a great marriage to a real estate agent. They had just closed a $1.5 home and were expecting a handsome profit. I caught this lady in the excitement of the moment. But that sums up starbucks. It's not a place to expect wild orgies from.
The next most successful place was Buffalo Wild Wings. I contacted 20 women on an intimate basis, got 10 in my car and had 5 of them give me full nudes. The funny thing is, I felt most off limits here. This was because people often go to BWW's as a group. So everyone know's one another. The dick head guy who hops in to snatch a beautiful taken woman often finds himself reminded 6 times that she is taken. The key to this pick up is being quick. I was reminded many times that I was in forbidden territory. However, each winning ticket to my car was the result of the spouse leaving the table for a bathroom break, beer run, or a conversation a table or two away. On all of these occasions, I simply stepped in within 2 seconds of the spouse leaving and left the girl without words to express. I think there was one time where the guy came back and I ended up in hot water.
The next easiest (and my favorite) was the sports game. Going to a football game with 40,000+ screaming fans is a nice way to lose your spouse. Some hot shot is ready to take her off your hands by simply creating a diversion that requires simply looking at seat locations. I was able to take 30 women to my car from various sporting events. 15 of them took off their clothes. The key here was to separate the woman from her man by rule of many. The guy simply thinks that "she knows where she is going". Men (like me) get wrapped up in sports and forget all space and time. So it's not too hard to bang a married woman in a remote corner of an arena, or take her to your house for a quicky.
So with all of these women, what did I do? Well they all had a connection. That connection was a loss of their spouse. I won their heart over just long enough to remove clothing, but short enough to tell them that I was infected with a serious STD. I was slapped many times.
The key I found, was to get her into a state of mind. One that she will feel secure in, not looking for her phone thinking of instant regret.
My first cue was to drop the condom early on. This let her know that regardless of being in my place, she was safe. I was prepared and only wanted to have a good time but didn't want to take it any further. I also left the condom in it's place long enough to make the situation uncomfortable. At some point she has to touch it. Or she leave's the condom on the location and looks at it. Awesome conversation piece.
Next was getting her clothes off. I often started by pointing to her side next to the abdomen. I pointed a freckle, even if it wasn't existent. She would notice, and instantly pull up her shirt. I would "stumble" onto her belly and that broke the ice. I moved my hand north or south depending on how I though she was receptive. If I sent to touch her breasts, it was because she was signaling a long protracted sexual encounter. If I went for the Vagina, it was because I felt that I didn't have much time.
Once you touch that G-spot, it's over. The key is to letting her place the condom on. She feels a sense of control, as if she wants this. Then I went for some play time, just before breaking the news that I (don't have) syphilis. I never once drove a woman home. It was always a cab ride leaving with her telling me that a better man awaits her. This was also said in words that were profane.
The point is, no woman is off limits. Even your own. She's easy. I did also want to mention that I didn't target friends or former flings. I didn't want to end up being that guy who comes home to finding the girl you just fucked talking with your spouse about their sexual spree. You lose both ways.
Lastly, don't believe any of that nonsense about a woman not being materialistic. Sports are for men, and shopping stores are for women. Buy them shitloads of stuff. Even if it's little, a candle will help remember that time when.....(she left the stadium to almost sleep with a guy who had syphilis).
I plan on writing a part 2 of this blog, but I hope that you have enjoyed my first dive into the taboo. Now I'm going to go bang my wife.
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However, I am a married man and this trial served nothing more than to find out what it was like. I had some parameters to start with, and I stuck by them.
I was not allowed to ever penetrate another woman. Nothing anal, and nothing which "hid" my penis. So I never had any sucking or anything like that. I simply tried some idea's and got within penetration range of 27 women. All of whom I told I had an STD just before the 0 barrier. I was promptly thrown out of homes, and a whole bunch of other stuff. But I never had sexual intercourse with any other woman than my wife, who gave me her blessing to write such a risque blog.
This day started on February 6th 2012. I was in college and married. I noticed a beautiful woman sitting no more than 5 seats away from me. She had her elbows on the desk, while she inadvertently hung her breasts on the table. It was mouth watering. I felt a sense that I wanted to be a male and take her over. Remove her pants, and giver her my sperm. But I didn't. I held out like any good married man and looked, but didn't touch. A part inside of me said, what would it be like if I did though? Are single women easier than married women? Well, that became my test. Since I married a single woman, I didn't want to try something that wasn't taboo. I didn't want to give a how-to guide on picking up single women. Guys do that every day. If you are reading this as a married woman, you were probably swept up as a singleton.
So I set out. I talked with my wife, and told her that I wanted to write a blog about sleeping with married women. I wanted to see how committed married women are. With the above parameters in mind, I set a few more. The first being that if I picked up a woman who was single, I would immediately release her. That wouldn't be a part of my forte into this data suggestion. The next was that I would try to target every woman with a ring on her ring finger. Even though I was targeting married women, I found quite a few engaged ladies more than willing to accept another man. I'm not going into too much detail on this, but let's just say engaged women are not as off limits as you would think.
Next I wanted to figure out if I was going to write a how-to "be a home wrecker" or just write about my experience. I know that plenty of men are out there who wreck homes all the time, but don't write about them. So I decided to write about what I experienced, rather than focusing on how to strip a married woman of her clothes and put a leg on either side of the bed.
So it started. I prepped by first tackling some of best known markets: the bar. I know women who go to a bar are there to socialize. The rule is "women in 2's, are not for you". So I avoided them. I didn't need to get to the cab or my car only to find the back up lady talking my candidate out of going home with me. I went one step further by targeting women at bars where you would be more likely to find a drinker than a social engineer. This is where I found the most women. I started in March of 2012 and managed to get 5 women to hotels. The pick ups were easier with bar women. Most of them appeared to be lacking the ability to find a sound relationship. Most were looking for that home run guy who would help them live financially secure. I have some money, so I played this up by giving hefty tips and always driving my over styled Porsche. The car itself is a talking point. So I can go from there. Between 2012 and 2014 I engaged 16 women at various bars. 8 of them got in my car and 7 of them gave me the opportunity to inseminate.
I knew that bars were easy targets with a nice car. This was obvious from early on, but I kept the bar scene going through December of 2013. I found that holidays were the easiest ones. Women would often go have a drink after work before going home to their hubby's. Married women feel "off limits" to other guys and will disclose quite a few more details than would be considered normal. Buying a drink for a married woman at a bar isn't hard. Just offer some expensive alcohol, or flashy name and you are set. Bar women, whether married or single often fall for the same gimmicks. Here is a rule of thumb for you: If you met your spouse in a bar, don't expect her to ever abandon that stage in the trying times of your relationship.
Next is the coffee house. This didn't produce many good results. I live in a wealthier city, so seeing a Ferrari pull up to Starbucks isn't all that uncommon. Having a Porsche doesn't compare to a Ferrari. So I never played this card. I also am not the most social person in the world. So walking up to women deep into a book with a latte in hand doesn't often produce good results. Again, money talks. I met 10 women at 1 starbucks and got 3 of them in my car. 1 of them shed clothes for me. I did this by enticing that "off limits" feel of the bar, but also by offering a sense of sophistication. Women at a coffee house often don't go there to pick up men. It's just not a great place. It's more of an A - B, get the coffee and get the fuck out. Some ladies will stick behind, but most are single. Even the married ones are a little harder to get. The one lucky lady who I had the full frontal with ended up being a mom of 2 with a great marriage to a real estate agent. They had just closed a $1.5 home and were expecting a handsome profit. I caught this lady in the excitement of the moment. But that sums up starbucks. It's not a place to expect wild orgies from.
The next most successful place was Buffalo Wild Wings. I contacted 20 women on an intimate basis, got 10 in my car and had 5 of them give me full nudes. The funny thing is, I felt most off limits here. This was because people often go to BWW's as a group. So everyone know's one another. The dick head guy who hops in to snatch a beautiful taken woman often finds himself reminded 6 times that she is taken. The key to this pick up is being quick. I was reminded many times that I was in forbidden territory. However, each winning ticket to my car was the result of the spouse leaving the table for a bathroom break, beer run, or a conversation a table or two away. On all of these occasions, I simply stepped in within 2 seconds of the spouse leaving and left the girl without words to express. I think there was one time where the guy came back and I ended up in hot water.
The next easiest (and my favorite) was the sports game. Going to a football game with 40,000+ screaming fans is a nice way to lose your spouse. Some hot shot is ready to take her off your hands by simply creating a diversion that requires simply looking at seat locations. I was able to take 30 women to my car from various sporting events. 15 of them took off their clothes. The key here was to separate the woman from her man by rule of many. The guy simply thinks that "she knows where she is going". Men (like me) get wrapped up in sports and forget all space and time. So it's not too hard to bang a married woman in a remote corner of an arena, or take her to your house for a quicky.
So with all of these women, what did I do? Well they all had a connection. That connection was a loss of their spouse. I won their heart over just long enough to remove clothing, but short enough to tell them that I was infected with a serious STD. I was slapped many times.
The key I found, was to get her into a state of mind. One that she will feel secure in, not looking for her phone thinking of instant regret.
My first cue was to drop the condom early on. This let her know that regardless of being in my place, she was safe. I was prepared and only wanted to have a good time but didn't want to take it any further. I also left the condom in it's place long enough to make the situation uncomfortable. At some point she has to touch it. Or she leave's the condom on the location and looks at it. Awesome conversation piece.
Next was getting her clothes off. I often started by pointing to her side next to the abdomen. I pointed a freckle, even if it wasn't existent. She would notice, and instantly pull up her shirt. I would "stumble" onto her belly and that broke the ice. I moved my hand north or south depending on how I though she was receptive. If I sent to touch her breasts, it was because she was signaling a long protracted sexual encounter. If I went for the Vagina, it was because I felt that I didn't have much time.
Once you touch that G-spot, it's over. The key is to letting her place the condom on. She feels a sense of control, as if she wants this. Then I went for some play time, just before breaking the news that I (don't have) syphilis. I never once drove a woman home. It was always a cab ride leaving with her telling me that a better man awaits her. This was also said in words that were profane.
The point is, no woman is off limits. Even your own. She's easy. I did also want to mention that I didn't target friends or former flings. I didn't want to end up being that guy who comes home to finding the girl you just fucked talking with your spouse about their sexual spree. You lose both ways.
Lastly, don't believe any of that nonsense about a woman not being materialistic. Sports are for men, and shopping stores are for women. Buy them shitloads of stuff. Even if it's little, a candle will help remember that time when.....(she left the stadium to almost sleep with a guy who had syphilis).
I plan on writing a part 2 of this blog, but I hope that you have enjoyed my first dive into the taboo. Now I'm going to go bang my wife.
Follow me on twitter @keystoneboardin
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