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Post by Remi on May 11, 2004 9:22:47 GMT -5
For those of you who don't know, we have a wonderfully gifted writer on this board, her name is hurltomato. She has shared with us her talents through the non-fiction entries of "Texas Toast" and "Eight-Ball". She has a unique imagination and expresses herself beautifully. This thread is dedicated for her to delight us as often as she can with FICTIONAL stories, ideas, etc. about all things Wilson.
HurlT, here is your doodle-pad. Please enter your thoughts about our boys here...
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Post by hurltomato on May 11, 2004 18:14:27 GMT -5
11-07-08 Whoa!! and HELLO Wilson Fans---I have recently deleted past posts to get to the heart of this particular thread expressly to direct Wilson board searchers. Most newbies have hopefully cast their eye at the 9,000+ views and have an innate curiosity that might review and remark-"What the hell is this ..."
I was initially embarrassed when I "hurled" such personal tomatoes... but my own released hurl is the imagined, fictional intimate stories that I sporadically express and explore given the un-revealed lives of the men that will always draw you back to this site...
Hells Bells...In the media world of "hard-hearted stories," that singularly undermine the lives of these Wilson gentleman, I prefer to align myself with a wondrous possibility of their... Caring.
I sincerely hope they believe in it-- God knows that the real women here certainly do! The following scripted Wilson fiction simply grows with the lives of "unidentified" characters that drive our imagination and give light to to the possible- the romantic scenarios and relationships that give women hope for an outcome.
This is a formidable update- I have been absent for a long period of time recognizing my own strengths in the other areas of my life, but I have never relinquished the charm and draw that the Wilson Brothers held sway during the ebb and sway of 2004-2006...and yet to come.
HurlT - HTThe Original Response: Rem- You flatter me excessively and today the mind of HurlT has about three neurons left to evaluate: 1) What's for dinner? 2)When can I go to bed? and 3)You want to what?... Great synapses prevent any original creativity and my last Owen post absorbed every energy carb I stored today... This doodle pad brain functions in spurts and starts and this thread could be very, very lonely if left to my creativity at the end of any given workday. Sorry to be a party pooper... My best quips, comments and scenarios are always spurred by the comments of all of the board members and the wonderful senseless Wilson trails we weave through our communal threads. Those trails give me whimsical thought to the risque and fanciful humor that I hope entertains my online friends. It is so exciting that people want to hear more of this personal drivel and you have paid me the ultimate compliment, Remi. I promise to write another thread again and key you into the "senseless mind of HurlT"... You are a great bunch of people to talk with, laugh with, and exchange with... Thank you for your "Wilsonistic" attitude- HT  PS: I will use this entry thread, if I get a creative urge going 70 mi/hr down the road and a Luke or Owen "wild thought" filters across my crass sense of humor and sticks to the bugshield like a smashed up grasshopper...
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Post by bunnypanda on Jun 9, 2004 19:20:34 GMT -5
Oh HT  You just did so much to relieve my stress  That is just the greatest imagination Well now I'm imagining you engaged in the Hutch-Stacy-Holly-style three-way kiss with Owen and Luke ;D |
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Post by Remi on Jun 10, 2004 13:06:35 GMT -5
Is there a Bad Day--Bad Week therapy thread on this board?? Even Lucy gives Charlie Brown sketchy psychosocial advice for a nickle... Did someone take down our sign again?? I'll make a new one. WILSONISTIC STRESS RELIEF, FREE OF CHARGE. |
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Post by hurltomato on Nov 25, 2004 12:16:56 GMT -5
After days of facial hair and vodka shots- it's time for something tempting, why not try:
Lemon Chiffon Shave - A Thanksgiving Treat from the Mind of HurlT...
The sun was just a vapor on the horizon as she gathered her thoughts and ingredients together. It was far too early for any thoughts beyond last night's remembered smile. Somehow, preparing a salad for the traditional feast seemed a poor conclusion to the holiday beginnings...
As she folded the lemon pudding into the the bowl of whipped cream, masculine arms snaked around her middle and drew her back against the warmth of white French terry. The new beard scraped a trail down her arched neck and the spatula halted mid-stroke. Reaching a burr-worn spot on her her neck, he heard the her breathy intake and looked down on the reddish mark of his own creation.
"Did I do that to you?" He turned her toward him and the look in his eyes showed geniune regret. She knew better than to let him lapse into seriousness and quipped,
"Let's solve your problem here and now- trust me?"
"What?"
"Don't think, just trust me..."
She led him by the hand to the white-wicker chaise lounge in the porch off the kitchen. As he settled into the soft ivy-sprigged cushions, she looked back over over her shoulder and commanded, "Wait here..."
He looked out the bay window as the sun winked higher in the sky and he too, shared a smile of the remembered night. Never mix Rolling Rock with vodka shots and let the damn erotica stand all alone without the liquor! Last night had been saved because she had been there to take him home, but the status quo had become so ordinary lately. The famous scene-stealing grin stole across his face as he realized that last night had been no status quo. His grin lapsed into a disbelieving head shake and a warmth, low in his gut. There was belated realization that family members were probably wondering where he was for the Thanksgiving holiday. The grin faded when he thought about his mother's dissapointment at the belated phone call he would soon have to make.
She walked back into the sun porch and he saw the fresh towels and bowl of steaming water that she placed on the wicker side table. She dipped the white terry into the water and wrung it out over the basin. The was a pause in the air as he looked into her eyes and read the question veiled by the rising steam off of the warmed towel. A quick nod of his head prompted her actions as she wrapped the heated covering around his lower face and her next glance quizzed for permission to carry-on. She returned moments later with the bowl of lemon chiffon whipped froth and flicked open a straight edge razor as skillfully as a stiletto educated wannabee.
Her expression held question and devilry as she removed the towel and began to smooth the rich scented concoction over his two-day-old beard. The heady tang of cirtus hit his senses like slap in the face and forever linked her, and her only with the scent of "thankful anticipation"...
The sunlight gained direct angle through the window now as she picked up the straight edge and brought it to his face. Her gaze still held a question that was not answered as she straddled his thighs, preparing herself mentally for the sensual task at hand. She took the first firm swathe and drew it through the pale yellow, mindful of the harsh rasp that left a smooth section of suntanned skin. A vague memory of a pilfered blade, her shaved legs, a back-packed mountain trail and brisk morning mountain air gave her a moment's pause before continuing... he truly needs to share similar memories, simpler ones with no cameras to evade. Intimacy without intrusion, earthiness without celebrity...
Her look was so distant and wistful, that he focused only on the blade, now peppered with his hirsute vestige, and he watched as she again drew the blade down for another stroke. Unexpectedly, his grin burst forth as he thought of how he might have to explain to his family and publicist; why his skin was rashy due to the unconventional shaving preparation. Unless it produced smooth skin results, he was in for a hassle with his brothers- scented like a summer jug of lemonade. It would not enhance his usual standing with them or with the insect population of his southern turf.
Another stroke brought his focus back to her fixed attention on his square jaw and the fact that last night's vodka shots had no effect on his memories of the evening before. It suddenly came to him, as she sat astride his quads, that he could smile with a general feeling of pleasure, but her whiskey-colored eyes exceeded the erotica appeal and vodka's impact. It was a permanent fixture, even now, staring down at him with a smile...
She watched as his grin evaporated with thoughts unknown to her and her male thigh-ride, was not unrevealing... It was a hell-on-earth to watch the dark pink of his tongue, flick out to catch the dollop of saffron-creme drip off the end of his mustache. Her personal decision was final- the mustache stayed and her artistic tendencies came to the fore as she used the straight edge to shape her own personal version of a masculine fu manchu-cookie duster complete with a closely trimmed goatee. The re-warmed towel removed all traces of the man she had shared so much with the night before. In his place was the man that sparked new fires for another fantasy evening...
With no mirror to make his own decisions, he let her take full lead. As the straight-edge razor nicked the metal basin with finality, he watched as it submerged underneath the sweet scented whipped remains. It came to him, that lemon-whipped was NOT a bad way to go. Acknowledging the fundamental fullness further south, he had ignored it until now for self -preservation. He reached for his female lemon dream, only to have her hand his cell phone to him and whisper...
"Call your mother, wish her a Happy Thanksgiving and then come find me. We'll finish a version of that salad that's inedible for human consumption... trust me!![/b]
As I created this scenario for you, awash in a whirlpool of lemon scented bubbling water...My husband came in and turned off the lights and lit the six candles on the edge of tub. He dropped off a hot cup of green tea, gave me a wink and told me he was going to take the dog for a walk.
Don't kid yourself... true love isn't a sexy shave or even lit candles - it's someone who walks the dog or waits up for the kids and worries about you all at the same time...I'm hooked for good on my Irish icon!!
HurlT[/b] ;D
For THEWILSON board exclusive use only
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Post by fergie on Nov 25, 2004 12:27:39 GMT -5
WOW!
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Post by venusinscorpio on Nov 25, 2004 12:44:26 GMT -5
HT, You really can write! Do you send stuff out? (I'm delighted you got your own thread ;D, didn't I nominate you as one of the funniest women on the board?  )  Your green beer buddy, O-Tattoo/ViS! |
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Post by Natalie on Nov 25, 2004 14:36:45 GMT -5
OMG HT! That was SO awesome! |
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Post by bunnypanda on Nov 25, 2004 14:45:45 GMT -5
Dear HurlT Awwww... [glow=pink,2,300]LOVE[/glow] Thank you very much for making my heart warm HT. Lots of love xxxxxxx BP |
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Post by Librarian on Nov 26, 2004 11:26:31 GMT -5
Wow! HT! I almost missed this thread.
I am so impressed - I love how you incorporated current sightings and threads. I also appreciated the reminder after your own erotica reading:
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Post by AlsoAVirgo on Nov 26, 2004 18:38:17 GMT -5
HT--I want MORE!
Are you sure you aren't lying to me about what you really do for a living?! (Wink-wink!)
I am speechless!
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Post by hurltomato on Nov 26, 2004 20:57:37 GMT -5
I aim to please and tomorrow's version is definitely blond... HurlT ;D |
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Post by Burnett2 on Nov 26, 2004 22:10:50 GMT -5
Wow HT that was great ;D I could just smell the lemons. Can't wait to read more. Thanks to Remi for HT's doodle-pad |
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Post by bunnypanda on Nov 26, 2004 22:33:02 GMT -5
YAAAAAY!!!!!  Thanks to Remi for HT's doodle-pad I agree. Thanks Remi. You thoughtful sweetie ;D |
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Post by Remi on Nov 27, 2004 6:41:19 GMT -5
Oh, HT!! That was so wonderful! I could see everythng... the porch, the man, the woman, the white towels, the light yellow custard filling... it was beautiful! You even brought me to tears at the end with your tribute to your husband. He is TRULY a LUCKY man! You're BRILLIANT! Thank you! (I dunno if I could handle the blonde guy after that. But, I'll get over it! ;D) |
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