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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