Sunday, March 21, 2010

Test Flight

By the accounts of all those who knew her the raven haired goddess who sat across from brown haired, sky blue eyed two legged dear hunter and well hung aspiring poet. Where the eighteen year old lad  sat at the kitchen table playing a game of crazy eights with the twenty year old college coed who lived next door and had been hired by his father and stepmother to take care of his stepsister. Who lay safe and secure as well as out of the way for the moment inside her crib taking a much needed nap giving her baby sitter a much needed break. While outside the sudden summer thunderstorm raged outside as the horny aspiring poet and his baby stepsister’s caretaker amused themselves as they listened to the pitter patter of the raindrops falling on top of his parents house and patio.

For as long as he could remember the aspiring poet had been able to get whatever he wanted from whoever he wanted it from just by gazing deeply into the eyes of his latest victim. However as confident as the two legged dear hunter in training was in his abilities to subvert the feminine modesty of those females he’d found himself sexually attracted too down through the years. The aspiring poet had hesitated to take full advantage of his telepathically ability by sleeping with the girls of his own age he desperately wanted to bed. Without having first tested his abilities upon an older woman who could teach him all that he needed to know about pleasing the individual members of the feminine gender, known as the sisterhood, between the clean and fresh sheets of either his or their altar of lust commonly known as a bed.

Now with his father and stepmother at work and not expected home until late in the evening now seemed like the perfect opportunity to test his telepathically powers. Over the minds and bodies of the individual members of the sisterhood and  his stepsister’s curvaceous babysitter seemed to be the perfect candidate to take on the test flight. Plus it didn’t hurt matters any that the poet couldn’t keep his eyes off the curves of her DDD sized breasts the sight of which managed to keep the aspiring as horny as a horny toad. Tearing the orbs of his sky blue eyes away from the sight of the luscious valley of his stepsister’s babysitter’s cleavage lying nestled within the black halter top she was wearing and gazed deeply into the liquid pools of her eyes.

For a long moment Kay gazed deeply into the sky blue eyes of her charges eighteen year old brother both unable and unwilling to turn her head and look away as she became sexually aroused. Already the raven haired and curvaceous goddess could feel the bright headlights of her nipples switch on as they stiffened and hardened enough to poke through the cottony fabric of the black halter she was wearing. Even as she felt herself becoming all the wetter between the luscious curves of her well toned, silky smooth and clean shaven thighs while a light red blush climbed up her neck and kissed her cheeks. Still Kay wasn’t so certain that she really wanted to give in to the erotic desires being  telepathically projected into her feminine mind by the eighteen year old boy sitting across the kitchen from were she sat. After all the aspiring poet was a little young for her tastes, in spite of the beef cake of the masculine curves of his muscular and bow flex crafted body. While Kay really preferred to give the curves of her well endowed body to real men much older then either the aspiring poet or herself who both had the where with all and could afford to take her out on expensive dates and shower her with even more expensive gifts.

Only to watch herself a few moments later as she laid down the hand of playing cards she was holding, pushed back the kitchen chair she was sitting in and stood up onto the soles of her bare feet. Even as he watched his stepsister’s curvaceous babysitter make her way around the kitchen table towards where he sat. The eighteen year old aspiring poet pushed back the chair he was sitting on away from  the kitchen table as Kay walked over to stand between the two legged dear hunter in training and the kitchen table. Where unable to stop herself the raven haired and well stacked daughter of both mother nature and the goddess of love found herself obeying the telepathically commands being implanted within the command center of her weak and vulnerable feminine mind. Watching as both of her hands responded to another’s more powerful and dominate will, as if she stood on the sidelines of a high school football game, by pushing the pair of running shorts along with the intimate garment of the pair of panties she wore off the curves of her hips and down the curves of her luscious thighs and well toned legs. Out of which Kay pulled both of her feet and kicked out of the way before climbing up onto the aspiring poet’s lap where she straddled the eighteen years old lads lap with her long and slender legs and placed her feet firmly onto the floor.

Settling down upon the aspiring poet’s lap Kay gripped the sides of the chair along with the legs of her employer’s oldest son with her legs in order to steady herself. Then reached up and deliberately pulled apart the bow holding together the cottony fabric of her black halter top and allowed the garment to fall onto the floor. As her ripe orbs of her fell free of their restraints in front of the sky blue eyes of the brown haired and well hung two legged dear hunter. Who responded by wrapping his arms around the back of his stepsister’s well stacked naked babysitter. The palms of his hands sliding down the curves of Kay’s spine and hips until at last the twin ovals of her cute and tight little ass lay cupped within his hands. Even as he dived face first downward into the luscious valley of the twenty year old daughter of both mother nature and the goddess of loves’s cleavage.

The pungent scent of Kay’s sexual arousal filled the eighteen year old’s aspiring poet’s nostrils making the lance of his manhood all the harder with the desire to taste the sweetness of Kay’s wetness. As she sat there on top of his lap with her hands gripping his shoulders moaning and sighing in ecstasy as the two legged dear hunter in training took his time ravishing the ripe and firm orbs of her DDD breasts with his lips and tongue. Alternately exploring the luscious valley of her cleavage, climbing the mountains of her mammary glands and teasing the bright headlights of her nipples. The only interruption occurring when Kay reached down and grasped the hem of the tank top that the oldest son of her employer was wearing in order to pull it upwards off over his head and dropped it onto the floor.

Nor did Kay resist when at last the eighteen year old boy stood up with her in his arms and took a couple of steps towards the kitchen table upon which he sat her cute and tight little ass. A moment later Kay wrapped her well toned, clean shaven and silky smooth legs around the aspiring poet’s waist as the running shorts he was wearing fell off the curves of his hips and down his legs. Even as she placed the palms of her hands down on top of the kitchen table behind her in order to support herself and keep from falling backwards. The swollen lance of the two legged dear hunter was so hard and eager to slip inside the velvety sheath of his stepsister’s babysitter’s love canal that he didn’t have to reach down and guide his little head with his hand over to the oval opening of Kay’s hot and wet pussy.

Instead all the eighteen year old lad had to do was thrust his hips forward as even as he pulled the curves of his stepsister’s babysitter’s cute and tight little ass towards where he stood. Whose love canal was so wet with the intensity of her sexual arousal that the entire length of his rock hard and throbbing shaft. Of the aspiring poet’s male sexual organ met little resistance and easily slipped inside the welcoming warmth of Kay’s womanhood with one unrelenting thrust of his powerful hips. Nor could Kay remain silent but heard herself cry out in ecstasy as she threw back her head when she felt the flexible walls of her extremely hot and wet pussy spread open.

Again and again the raven haired and well stacked daughter of both mother nature and the goddess of love cried out in ecstasy even as the oldest son of her employer grunted each and every time he thrust his manhood inside her hot and wet pussy. While struggling to hold back his own orgasm even as he intentionally drove his stepsister’s naked babysitter into a sexual frenzy right then and there on top of his unsuspecting father’s and stepmother’s kitchen table. Until at last the aspiring poet felt the raven haired and well stacked goddess begin to cum on top of his male sexual organ as it slid relentlessly in and out of the love canal of Kay’s hot and wet pussy. Only then did the brown haired sky blue eyed and well hung two legged dear hunter in training allow himself to cut loose. By cumming with a shout of victory as his manhood shot a full load of his seed laden baby batter upwards into the fertile soil of his stepsister’s babysitter’s womb.

Thus the eighteen year old aspiring poet and two legged dear hunter in training began a torrid and passionate affair with the raven haired and well stacked daughter of both mother nature and the goddess of love who lived next door. That would last throughout the rest of the summer until it was time for the brown haired, sky blue eyed and well hung lad. To seek out new sexual partners and to sometimes go where no man had gone before or had been, whatever the individual case may have been. At the college to which he was being exiled where instead of forgetting Kay he would always remember her in his dreams; whenever he took out the intimate garment of the pair of panties stained with the womanly scent of her wetness he’d taken from her as a trophy and sniffed them.

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Thursday, March 18, 2010

A Chinese model parades a creation by a local designer at a show in Wuhan (武汉), central Chinese Hubei province (湖北省) on March 15, 2010.

Women have become a major driving force behind Chinese economic growth, as overall retail sales of the country rose 15 percent in the first half of 2009, driven in large part by women under the age of 35.

bron: www.mcot.net [18-3-2010]

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Product Test - Ice!!!

Holy Shit!

I just got one of these, a pink glass dildo, and put it in the freezer for two hours.  It was supposed to be about 10 minutes, but I got sidetracked.  As you do.

If you have read my previous blog about candles, you might have figured that I like hot things… Turns out I like cold things too.  You should try it.  Mind blowing!!

That’s all for now, I am going to experiment some more.  i am going to re-freeze this and use some warming lube.

I’ll let you know how it goes!!

Love,

Chiquita

x

No Complaints, Only Moans

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Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Man assaulted female English police officer with penis

A man who assaulted a female police officer with his penis has been fined.

Marium Varinauskas, 28, tried to strike the officer on the head with his penis when she was called out to his flat, but she got out of the way.

Marius Varinauskas [Pic: Newsline]

Lithuanian Varinauskas admitted a charge of assault at Aberdeen Sheriff Court and was fined £600.

The court heard he had been drinking heavily and could not remember committing the offence at his home in Aberdeen.

Police were called to his home by his girlfriend, who had complained about him being drunk last November.

They arrived to find the self-employed engineer sitting on the sofa wearing a pair of underpants.                                                           [picture: The court heard Marium Varinauskas had been drinking heavily]

He apologises profusely and is extremely embarrassed John Hardie
Defence solicitor

Fiscal depute Elaine Lynch said: “The accused got to his feet and was standing over the police officer exposing his penis and thrusting it in her face, forcing her to take evasive action to avoid getting struck.”

Defence solicitor John Hardie said: “He was sitting on the couch drunk with his pants on.

“He can’t remember anything but accepts that if that’s what the police say then that’s what happened.

“He has never been so drunk before that day and accepts he has to take full responsibility. He apologises profusely and is extremely embarrassed.”

His not guilty plea to committing a breach of the peace by uttering offensive and sexual remarks was accepted by the Crown.

Sheriff Annella Cowan was told that the Lithuanian had now quit binge drinking because of the incident.

bron: news.bbc.co.uk [16-3-2010]

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23/1/10

This was an odd dream. I was with a group of family members, but they wanted me to do something I didn’t. So I ducked into a building through an ornate door. Grandpa chased after me, but I was already inside and trying to find a place to hide. To get into the building I have to go through a security box. I step into it and hear a voice telling me to crouch. I do this. It’s a good thing I do, because these sheets of sharpened metal come out. If I had been standing I would have been sliced apart into about 4 pieces. I step out onto the other side and am met by a man who says I have met the criteria for whatever they were looking for. I am led to a room, where I am stripped of my clothes (I remember being embarrassed about being naked in front of this bloke) but he leaves and two maids come in and I am scrubbed from head to foot. When I am clean and showered off I am clothed in some kind of sheet/tunic/dress and measured for samurai clothing. As I walk past the entrance, grandpa comes in and yells something to me, but he is ignored and I pass into another room. There I am taught fighting, then tai chi, and then ballet. I think it was some kind of cycle but I can’t remember the bits between the tuition. I do remember that I followed the ballet girl around at the end of my lesson and that we, end up in a shop. We are just heading out into the silver light outside when the dream faded.

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Sunday, March 14, 2010

The Other Slayer

We all know her from Buffy as Faith, the Slayer with the ability to kick anyone’s arse ten times over and not even have to skip breakfast.  For Eliza Dushku, the lime light she acquired on both the Buffy series and Angel, too, has brought much more work in her direction.

Having finished filming several new films and what could almost certainly become a new Classic series “Doll House”, Eliza has found no place like home more peaceful from busy work loads and precision schedules.  Here, with exclusive photo shoots, MKDS Network introduce and re-introduce Eliza Dushku, one of the sexiest stars of tomorrow…today.

To access the Photo Shoot Gallery click HERE, or alternatively, click on the NavBar Title to the right.  Enjoy.

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Thursday, March 11, 2010

Alessandra

*cue jaw drop* I’m in love…

Model: Alessandra Ambrosio

Snapped by Jannis Tsipoulanis


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Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Eric Massa On Glenn Beck: Rahm Emanuel Forced Me Out Of Office..VIDEO

Eric Massa On Glenn Beck: Congressman Going Out SWINGING

Huffingtonpost.com
03-08-2010

Outgoing Rep. Eric Massa (D-NY) is scheduled to appear on Glenn Beck’s Fox News show Tuesday night for the full hour.

Beck announced the appearance on Twitter on Monday:

“Tomorrow at five: congressman Massa for the full hour,” Beck wrote. “I just spoke with him off air. All Americans need To hear him. Exclusive 2morrow fox.”

Since announcing last week that he would step down from his Congressional seat amid sexual harassment allegations, Massa has been vocally lashing out at his critics and the White House.

In a radio interview over the weekend he explained the sexual harassment allegations leveled against him and blasted White House Chief of Staff Rahm Emanuel, who Massa said, has been trying to force him out of office because of his previous “no” vote on the Democrat-backed health care reform bill.

UPDATE: Conservatives are already turning on Massa in advance of the Beck interview. Michelle Malkin trashed Beck on his own radio show Tuesday for asking Massa on, while Rush Limbaugh dismissed Massa as a no-name “kook” on his broadcast Tuesday, warning, “Anybody who embraces this guy is going to get caught.”

For his part, Beck defended the authenticity of Massa’s allegations by comparing him to a defecting Cold War-era Soviet spy and, later, a terrorist. “I’ve never seen anything like this before. I have the guy on — I’m not vouching for his honor or his credibility in any way, shape or form,” Beck said on his radio show. “I don’t know the guy. Maybe he’s in a bathroom stall at an airport. I don’t know.”

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Sunday, March 7, 2010

Your dressed and undressed girls, girlfriends, teens, women and wives – #10

Your dressed and undressed girls, girlfriends, teens, women and wives – enjoy!

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39. itching and scratching

apartment hunting sucks.  there’s no two ways around it.  it doesn’t such as remy whateverhisname does as the EIC of Gawker, but it is close.  so i always hit a spot with some trepidation.  there’s the ax murderer question – is there one waiting in the apartment or is he right outside? 

so we (bff we’ll call beth) got a bit lost and wandered around.  we finally found the open apartment after a few close calls and a weird gold buddha outside someone else’s apartment (it was staring at us).  entering the place, we focused on the view, the lighting, the ceiling and the layout.  that proved to be an almost fatal mistake.  a few short minutes (maybe seven?) when beth was trying to figure out where my couch was going to go, i felt a weird “ouch” on my foot.  i looked down.  and saw (easily) six black things on my foot, climbing and bopping all over.  i think i screamed but i also could have blacked out because the next 10-20 seconds is gone.  all i know is that one second we were in the apartment and the next minute beth was down three flights of stairs and i was slamming the door shut, taking off my shoes and scrubbing my legs.  at first i thought they were little spiders (aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh), but they proved to be fleas.  yes, fleas.  in an empty apartment that was showing off of a craigslist listing.  now, i’m not saying this place was in the poshest spots in bev hills, but it was a good $2100 per month.  so not what you’d expect as low in terms of infestation management. 

so i picked the fleas off of beth’s legs, found one on the side of her face and basically took the role of master chimp in picking them out of her hair – although to be fair i never found one in her hair.  all while dancing and taking them off myself too.  but then i lost it and …before several apartments and in the open air, i depantsed.  what else are you going to do?  also, the itching.   our entire bodies were crawling and biting and itching.  our shoes off, our jackets on the ground …we lost it.  there was some shrieking but i’m happy to report, no crying.  beth ran into an open garage and depantsed as well.  i really hope the neighbors around enjoyed the show.  you’ll never know how much a mole looks like a flea until you get attacked by fleas.  the problem is that you keep hitting yourself in the same spot because the panic makes you forget you have them, even if you have just ensured you are flea free.  we’ll be looking like we just spent the night with mike tyson. 

best quote of the day?  beth: “what if they are IN MY BUTT?”  (said twice, maybe three times)

so what do you review after THAT situation?  the answer is clear: tuna for kitties from trader joe’s.  thankfully the two kitties have never had fleas or anything even resembling that so they had a little treat tonight from the tj’s.  in the kitty food section (tiny so easy to find) there are cans of the tuna for kitties.  it might say tuna for cats but that sounds so much less friendly that i’m going to change it for them.  anyhow, i can say that based on a taste test of 2, the kitties love the tuna for kitties.  love, adore, whine for more. 

apartment hunting with fleas: sucks beyond measure

tuna for kitties: looks like a perfect 10

i am still itching.

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Saturday, March 6, 2010

Sci-fi week: Amanda Tapping (SG, SG Atlantis, Sanctuary)

Amanda Tapping

(born 28 August 1965 in Rochford, Essex) is an English-born Canadian actress, producer and director. She is best known for portraying Samantha Carter in Stargate SG-1 and Stargate Atlantis. Currently she stars as Dr. Helen Magnus in the Syfy Channel series Sanctuary.

http://www.amandatapping.com

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Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Love At The Edge Of The World

Funny Wedding Photos - Holy Sh---!

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Dayyum. Is that Richard Hatch from Survivor? This picture’s like some Annie Leibovitz shit. Artsy in a ‘creepy, random nakedness’ way. You know the couple has it blown up and framed above their mantel. 

Seriously, though – who is that naked guy? 

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part tj's, part gym, scoring both. (#36 mebbe?)

so sure, tj’s is awesome.

but i gotta blow of steam somewhere and in the effort of my transformation, this is now going to become (i can already tell) a gym bitch blog.  yeah, whatevs.

so first, there is a lowfat, non-fried tortilla chip that tj’s has.  it’s in a clear tortilla-ish bag with red on it.  and it is AWESOME.  seriously, ridiculously awesome.  you can barely (well, you sorta can but still barely) tell that it’s lowfat.  it is by far the best lowfat tortilla chip that i’ve ever seen.  and i’ve tried pretty much all of them.  i’d actually buy this on purpose all the time.  i don’t know that i’d go back to full fat.  what’s the point?  i mean besides hangover margarita deliciousness.  but save those calories for the margarita mix, yo. 

so speaking of lowfat (zing! transition!), i started my new workout routine at my fabulous gym.  joined friday, worked out today.  let’s get two things straight: a gym is a place for working out.  naked happens.  however, 55 year old lady, naked should NOT happen (EVER) when you are in the bathroom stall.  let’s be clear on that, shall we?  you may have been taking a shower.  you may be going to change.  however, naked does not need to be walking out of a bathroom stall and over to wash your hands.  boundaries anyone?  this is NOT your home bathroom.  and if you own this gym, then please close it down and don’t let anyone else in.  and second, 55 year old MAN.  i hope you had a great swim.  i hope it was awesome.  that’s a great way to work out without joint issues and all that.  blah, blah.  however if you walk from the pool to the cafe again with nothing but a speedo on, i’m going to actually shriek in horror.  i wasn’t able to stop my gasp today but i wasn’t sure you heard it.  i did mutter “my eyes! my eyes!” but i think i was actually too quiet.  dear sir, that won’t happen next time.  next time i will shried in horror and then yell AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS “ack! i’m blinded by speedo!”  so you two inappropriate people, you have been warned.  boundaries.  america is supposed to be repressed and i think everyone at the gym would appreciate just a wee bit more repression.

overall tortilla chip score: 9.2

totally would buy

overall naked woman in bathroom score:  -5 billion

ack.

overall speedo score: -5 billion

nightmares.

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Thursday, February 25, 2010

Guess who's coming to twitter

If you’re like me, then I am sorry. I know, it sucks. But also you are probably jonesing for a Conan fix right about now. Sadly,  staying in bed all day, wearing nothing but a pair of old, dirty underwear, eating nothing but chips and soda, watching old clips of Conan on youtube and crying so much that you are eventually lying in a pool of your own filth and tears (which, again, if you’re like me you have already done) was the only way to satiate the need for Conan, until now.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, Conan O’Brien’s twitter account: Conan’s Twitter

Enjoy it and may we all watch Remington Steele naked.

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Sunday, February 21, 2010

Scary Lake

It was a very long and incredibly hot day and it was almost over. The sun as a giant red ball was going down but that was not helping at all — the air was still scorching and Natasha felt extremely tired after many hours of driving through that hostile rocky valley between high mountains somewhere at the end of the world. Her old good friend Jeep Wrangler had a soft top but no air-conditioning so she had to drive topless to stay cool and let the wind take the excessive heat from her nicely tanned body. After driving non stop the whole day Natasha was getting close to the edge of this seemingly endless desert and the landscape was slowly changing. The rocks were getting smaller yielding to hills covered with a dingy grass and real forests could be already seen on the horizon. According to the map there was a lake not far away from her current position. Stopping for a rest was probably a good idea. Natasha imagined how she could be taking off her clothes and running into cool refreshing water totally naked. It was so tempting! She got off the trail and struggled through the rocks towards the possible place of pleasure.

The lake was indeed a refreshing place. Concealed in a deep cavern it looked really charming in contrast to the dusty lifeless desert. The sand beach was closely guarded by palms and high tropical trees so she had to park her car and carve her way through the thicket on foot. The view inside was magnificent. The light blue water framed by the golden sands and the green trees instantly made her forget about the dirty long road. Inspired by the beauty of the place Natasha undressed quickly and rushed into the cool water. Everything was just as she imagined: a playful prelude with clouds of icy splashes followed by a heavenly tranquil pleasure that was taking all worries far far away. Her tired overheated body was revitalising and cooling off. It was a paradise. She was swimming, diving, laughing. Almost an hour passed by when saturated with pleasure Natasha went ashore and laid on the sand. Every muscle in her body was relaxed. In a few moments she fell asleep.

It was a deep night when she woke up. In the moonlight everything was different and mysterious but Natasha was not scared, she was enjoying herself being fully naked and free in this enigmatic world. She approached the water and to her surprise it was much warmer than before. For a moment it even appeared to her that these tiny wavelets on the surface had flocked around her feet and flirted, inviting into the water. She found that amusing and made a few steps into the water accepting this provocation. The next moment the floor disappeared, the overwhelmed girl submerged and begun to sink. Luckily she was a brave female so she quickly managed to pull herself together and with a considerable effort made it back to the surface just to realize that it was only the beginning of the adventure.

In a moment Natasha found herself on a great distance from the shore. Now it was scary. What kind of power was capable of doing such things? Well, that was irrelevant all she really wanted at that bloodcurdling moment was to get out of the water as soon as possible. Heading to the coast the fearful girl made a few strokes when something seized her legs. Natasha roared like a trapped animal. It felt like she was being attacked by stalks. They quickly ascended, winded around her hips and tried to get into the vagina. The whole thing was like an awful nightmare, she could not believe that it was happening for real. Scared to death she started rowing towards the shore as fast as she could, but it was really hard — now the girl had to fight not only the natural resistance of the water but also the unnatural power that already almost completely seized her. She realised that one of the stalks just made it right into her pussy. It was way too much for the poor girl. Natasha started writhing in hysterics and may be that had given her an extra power. Struggling to keep herself afloat she was moving chaotically desperately trying to tear up the fetters which were getting tighter and tighter with every second.

The desperate fight lasted for a good few minutes when she finally managed to break free. The girl made it just enough on shore and blacked out. When in a few minutes she regained conscience, everything around was calm and peaceful like nothing ever happened. A moon walk was shining over the perfectly still water and the girl started to think that it was nothing more then a bad dream. Relieved Natasha sat up, looked down and the very next second a bloodcurdling scream broke over the lake. It was not a dream. The persistent stalk that had managed to get into her vagina was still there. But that wasn’t the most terrifying thing. Coiled tightly around her left thigh it was making movements that left not doubt about his intents. The stalk was raping her! It was the scariest moment of her life but same time the situation was so unusual that she felt like the fear yields to a complex yet unknown emotion. It was an unstable mixture of fear, curiosity and pleasure. With interest and growing excitement she was watching its movements. Everything was fucking real. The stalk started to move faster driving itself deeper and deeper in her wet and red-hot pussy. It was the strangest act of love in the world but the woman was totally enjoying it. She was moaning and screaming, her mouth was wide open, the nipples were firm, the whole body was shaking and tears were coming down over her cheeks. She totally lost control. The stalk was tireless. This incredibly sweet torture lasted for hours and during that time Natasha had been conscious absorbing pain and pleasure even though the attack on her senses was way beyond human capacity. Probably it was almost the morning when the exhausted girl finally passed out.

Natasha woke up late when the hot sun was shining bright in the sky above. She sat up and glanced down. The stalk was still in there, but it seemed to be lifeless now. Natasha slowly took it out and found that the plant was absolutely dry inside but on the surface there were traces of a sticky white liquid. The breath taking conjecture was immediately confirmed by plunging a finger into the pussy — the stalk had ejaculated. There was lots of that liquid inside her so it had been not enough time for it to dry out completely. Natasha took a sample and studied it. The scent was different from real sperm. It was a saturated mix of tropical fruits with some subtle shades. She cautiously liked it with top of the tongue. The taste was as nice as the scent. Same moment as she licked it her head begun to spin and then an extreme weakness swept over her body. She made a few convulsive attempts to breath and lost consciousness.

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Saturday, February 20, 2010

NAKED!!!

Well the title worked, cool. So anyway I was looking around at my blog and realized something. I have yet to write about fashion. I mean seriously, I have pathetic Emo poems, crazy embarrassing confessions, movie reviews, awful music, and a twix commercial but no clothes? MY BLOG IS NAKED!

So today I opened up one of my favorite magazines, ok my second favorite. Game informer is my first favorite but I digress. Anyway I opened up non other than a cosmopolitan magazine. After four grueling hours of sifting through mind-boggling sex positions and hair trends that never work I found the magical section about fashion week! Ok I lied, it wasn’t in there so I had to go online to cosmo’s site..Freakin liars! (lol juuussttt kidddinggg) looks away….

So I am into shock art, I guess you have noticed that by now. Obviously, the first thing I looked at when searching through the fashion week lines was, Yes, you guessed it, THE WEIRDEST SHIT I COULD FIND! and here it is (pulls red curtain back, curtain gets jammed, curtain falls on stage, goes to pick it up, falls, breaks my limbs….wait what?)

Want to listen to some music while you look? Click on “Pop Out Player” below :)

we have Anne Hathaway as the good…wait….rip off!

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we have a girl wearing bloody pants and a blazer top, Lady GaGa called…..?

No wait, Megan Fox lawl

Jenifer’s body, get it? get it? nope, ok….

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looks like a sundial…wonder if it works? lawl

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She mourns in her spare time..more emo than my poems XD

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This is great, why not go for broke and make the whole thing out of cards?   (Cheesy play on words FTW!!)

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Didn’t I see her on a freelance job? (checks EVP’s)

Alright, So there weren’t a whole lot of super crazy outfits that I could find, however I did manage to come across some that I liked or at least ‘wanted’ to like. There was a futuristic line that I deemed the scifi/cyber line as well as a leather line WHICH we all know I am into leather! So lets see it already! Stupid skittles….

I actually like the shirt and shoes

I would want to tweak some things though.

….and kick the model with the mad face lol scurry.

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I like this one as well but its too plain and I don’t like the color

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I really really really like this one too. Awesome boots/leggings!

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Ruffles made of leather: check. Dyed Black….

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Looks like lingerie from the 90’s, and the color blows..black plz

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The look on her face is priceless! LAWL

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I love this! and the shoes too. Very Xtina Candyman ^.^

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I like this but some things need to be changed, love the shoes

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Wispy!

..again, nice shoes. Yep you guessed it!  (I <3 shoes!)

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Shoes!

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And for those of you who love Chobbits XD I actually do like this one though.

I admire the general idea that the designer had when picking the shoes but the clear part turns me off. To hooker-go-go for me.

So if you want to look at some other outfits from fashion week then head here Harper, here Vogue Australia and here M&C

So there you have it, my picks from three lines and what I think about them. My blog is no longer naked and embarrassed, yes Ollie I have shamed you! Just kidding. (Assumes fetal position and heads to newgrounds.)

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Friday, February 19, 2010

Marriage Prep., or; Set in my Ways

There are some things that will have to change before I ever get married. I thought of this, not because I was asked, but because of something said at church about wives. It’s not that I didn’t agree with the statements, but because they made me seem a little too ready. So before I start to feel myself a little too much, I thought I’d share where I would be “closed for repairs” before I said I do.

1. I pimp my v-card too hard. When it’s pants weather, I don’t keep my legs free of hair. Why? I get to it when I feel like it, it gets too long, or the weather changes and I want to wear shorts or capris. While I trim, I don’t completely “mow the front lawn”…ain’t nobody supposed to be on my grass. My toes aren’t always painted. I have a few extra pounds that I can camouflage with the right clothes. But being naked is a real eye opener. Nobody sees all the details I let slide in favor of more sleep or to save a buck. When you get married, Vicki doesn’t leave a lot of secrets. I’d have to really step it up.

2. You want me to put what where? Yes, I do yoga, and though my pilates game has fallen off, I can do a lot of that too. And while I can get into some odd positions, I don’t have a high sex IQ. I don’t own a kama sutra. I don’t have any practice using my kegel muscles to do anything but keep me from peeing my pants. I don’t have the know how to do any freaky sneaky stuff that will turn anybody out. I might suck at sex (and not in a good way)!

3. Let me cater to…me! In a lot of ways, my man gets the royal treatment. I was taught to fix my man his plate first. I cook. I clean. I watch sports and go to church and would probably make a good mother. But there are whole days I devote to myself. I write. I pedicure/manicure. I wash my hair and wear a face mask. I listen to country music. I do nothing but watch movies in my PJs. I can’t have those lazy cow days so often when someone else is there that wants dinner, sex, clean socks, or needs me to look good at the drop of a hat and whip up something for the colleagues. I do some things because I want to and not because I have to. I gotta get my mind right before I agree to do it all the time, in writing, before God.
4. Til Death do us part? It’s easy to sit my unmarried self here and say there are only 2 biblical ways to absolve a marriage–infidelity and death. OK, and non-consummation, but that doesn’t absolve the marriage because it hasn’t begun. Where there is no blood there can be no covenant. But what about after I am married, and all those little things you forget to consider start to show up? What if I didn’t marry who I thought I did? Will I be in it for the long haul? I don’t worry about me as much as him: what if he is unhappy and leaves? What if I put myself out there and he says it’s not enough? Hopefully I will have covered the basics like money, religion, and children/child reang, but there is so much more.
5. make room for hubby. I will have to rid of some things, share the hot water in the morning, cook things that he likes as well as thing I like, consider what he may want to do and not just what I want to do, remember him when I’m shopping for groceries or household items. You have to make a lot of physical (and mental) room for someone else, even if you never really lived by this principle before. I have to call when there is a change in my routine to let him know I’ll be late, I can’t just go out when I want to and go home when I feel lie it. Truth be told, I don’t go out til crazy times at night, or get wild in the club now, but it’s the fact that I couldn’t then if I wanted to that would need some work.

6. …Or get your money back! I love money back guarantees. I have probably taken something back for a refund twice in my life that didn’t work, and gotten a fresh new one. But there are some things you give in a marriage that you will never get back if it doesn’t work: time, opportunities, virginity, sometimes friends and loved ones for various reasons. People who have been your family that you no longer have a tangible connection to you and who may decide that, in fairness to Mr. True Love, they can’t talk to you or get a bite to eat. Maybe your belief in the whole institution is scarred beyond recognition. Your faith in the humanity of another human being. But you still kinda, just a little, on days when the sun is shining, he pays on time, and he actually picks up the kids like he said he would, still love him. Once given, still there, even if it’s just a “we are the world” love, a “we had some good times, didn’t we?” love, a “he sure knew my spot” love. As Dru Hill asked in a (cover) song “What Do I Do with the Love?”

So how much time does one need, with the right person, to resolve all of these issues, and the plethora of others that come up before “I do” but after “Will you”? How long should an engagement be? What the heck should a person be nailing down in the engagement process? To pre-nup or not to pre-nup? At what age do you become a little too set in your ways to accept all of these changes?

2blu2btru

P.S. NOT rhetorical! Comment

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Thursday, February 18, 2010

WALKING NAKED DOWN QUEEN ST

I LOVE people who make comments like…”it felt like walking naked down Queen Street” as if they have experienced this clearly pretty rare sensation. http://www.stuff.co.nz/entertainment/tv/3344556/Failed-Masterchef-cook-felt-naked It’s up there with those who equate a loud noise with “a bomb going off” -like they’ve heard THAT!!! Oh well, we get the idea of the loud noise, but Queen Street in the buff?

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Sunday, February 14, 2010

Rochelle Wiseman (The Saturdays) Gets Hot!

Essex chick Rochelle of ‘The Saturdays’ has a hot new photoshoot where she shows some ‘cheek’ lol

Apparently, she revealed that she and Marvin (JLS) have been flirting at the London film premiere of Valentine’s Day this week.

WOW… Marvin, we can’t fault you rudeboy

Saturdays Read more: http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/showbiz/bizarre/2852484/Rochelle-Wiseman-from-the-Saturdays-poses-for-sexy-shoot.html#ixzz0fUG8zYUc

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Sunday, February 7, 2010

No! a Spartan maid could not be chaste...

No! a Spartan maid could not be chaste, e’en if she would, who leaves her home and bares her limbs and lets her robe float free, to share with youths their races and their sports,-customs I cannot away with. Is it any wonder then that ye fail to educate your women in virtue? (Andromache By Euripides, Translated by E. P. Coleridge)

In ancient Greece not only men took part in athletic competitions. If we consider women’s competitions, there can be no doubts in priority of Sparta. The famous painting Young Spartans exercising by Edgar Degas (see one of my previous posts) is a good illustration. Sarah B. Pomeroy writes in Spartan women that women competed at the Heraea games dedicated to the goddess Hera in Elis that likely became pan-Hellenic games, though on a smaller scale than the men’s events at Olympia.

The women’s race at the Heraea in Elis was the most prestigious, the equivalent for women of the Olympic competitions held for men.

The author mentions that if the Heraea were pan-Hellenic, only girls who lived fairly close by would have participated. The reason was Greek gender policy.

In view of the tendency at Athens, for example, to seclude and protect young girls and to keep their names out of the public eye, it is unlikely that Athenian maidens would have been brought to race at Elis. At Athens (and probably elsewhere in Greece), girls were devalued, and the expenses involved in traveling were considerable.

The Spartan girls dominated in Elis in the archaic period, and it is likely that the games were established along Spartan principles and that the majority of competitors and victors were Spartan. In fact, Spartan women scandalized other Greeks with how outspoken and free they were. Like their brothers, Spartan girls were expected or required to attend the public school. At school they were allowed and encouraged to engage in sports.

The author of Spartan women considers nudity as a costume for sports and writes that Spartan women regularly exercised completely nude. Mature women and pregnant women exercised. Even older women exercised nude. As male athletes had discovered, light clothing or none at all is best for racing.

Plato wrote in Republic:

Yes, and the most ridiculous thing of all will be the sight of women naked in the palaestra, exercising with the men, especially when they are no longer young

On the contrary, the Roman poet Sextus Propertius (The Elegies, Book III.14:1-34 The Spartan Girls) was impressed by the Spartan girls

I admire many of the rules of your training, Sparta, but most of all the great blessings derived from the girls’ gymnasia, where a girl can exercise her body, naked, without blame, among wrestling men, when the swift-thrown ball eludes the grasp, and the curved rod sounds against the ring, and the woman is left panting at the furthest goal, and suffers bruises in the hard wrestling.

Sparta was in many aspects unpleasant society (it is even compared with a communist state, but it is, of course, inappropriate to use modern terms to describe antiquity), but if Spartan attitude towards athletics survived to our times, the modern academic athletics might look different.

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Tuesday, February 2, 2010

naomi campbell goes nude for love


shot by mert + marcus, supermodel of all supermodels, naomi campbell appears on the cover for love magazine’s issue three. appearing for the fashion icon cover series, naomi is one of eight covers from the issue. as some of you may remember, i posted newcomer jeneil williams’ cover, in which she appeared doing the same exact pose as naomi. represented by IMG model management, no one can say anything about naomi, she is a living legend. her career has spanned beyond the limitations of modeling & she is known across the world as a black female icon.

imagesource | tfs

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Sunday, January 31, 2010

Music and Movie Moment: Mulholland Drive -- Rebekah del Rio, "Llorando"

Rebekah del Rio – Llorando (“Crying” cover, Mulholland Drive)

Mulholland Drive (David Lynch, 2001). This track is a haunting, a capella, Spanish language cover by Rebekah del Rio of the Roy Orbison song “Crying” (Orbison, Melson 1961). Some screencaps are from here, some are from here, and some are from TK on the lj. Some I took myself from the sneaksters who have managed to put a bit of this up on the youtube. Thanks to all sources.



Yo estaba bien
por un tiempo
volviendo a sonreír
I was all right
for a while
I could smile for awhile


Luego anoche te vi;
tu mano me tocó
y el saludo de tu voz

But I saw you last night,
you held my hand so tight
as you stopped to say hello


Y hablé muy bien
y tú sin saber
que he estado
Llorando por tu amor,
llorando por tu amor

Oh, you wished me well
You couldn’t tell
that I’ve been
Crying over you,
crying over you


Luego de tu adiós
sentí todo mi dolor
Sola y
llorando, llorando, llorando.

You said, “So long,”
left me standing all alone
Alone and
crying, crying, crying.


No es fácil de entender
que al verte otra vez
yo esté llorando.

It’s hard to understand
but the touch of your hand
Can start me crying.


Yo que pensé
que te olvidé
pero es verdad,
es la verdad
que te quiero aun más
mucho más que ayer
Dime tú que puedo hacer.

I thought that I
was over you,
but it’s true,
oh, so true
I love you even more
than I did before.
But darling, what can I do?

¿No me quieres ya?
Y siempre estaré
Llorando por tu amor
llorando por tu amor

For you don’t love me,
and I’ll always be
Crying over you
crying over you


Tu amor se llevó
todo mi corazón
Y quedo llorando, llorando, llorando
Llorando por tu amor

Yes, now you’re gone,
and from this moment on
I’ll be crying, crying, crying,
Crying over you

Purchase Mulholland Drive, a StudioCanal film, from amazon online or in person at some big, dreadful electronics discount store where they make their employees dress all alike and discourage self-expression while simultaneously crushing their professional ambitions and private dreams, or even someplace mind-numbingly similar but with a wider range of products to assuage your human misery at the altar of merciless soul-raping capitalism, Walmart or Target; whatever, I don’t care. I am just encouraging you to do this consumer bullshit so I don’t get sued. If it were up to me, David Lynch movies would be showing at most theaters everywhere always, so it’s tough for me to recommend virtually profitless small screen shenanigans. And by tough I mean I am going to go chew light bulbs now.

This movie will come up again, these are a really small handful of caps compared to the rest. I’ve just been blue and listening to this song a lot lately.

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