Thursday, April 24, 2003

UpDates & Reviews

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Wednesday, April 23, 2003

Wednesday Westerns

Hello and welcome to the 2nd week of "Wednesday Westerns." If you've been an avid follower of Sex Blogger, you already know that each Wednesday I've been presenting new Erotic Gothic Horror Stories. But now I'm gonna switch gears a little and get back to what made America great. Sex and the Old West!

If you're not interested in Sex, the Old West or Adult Erotica, please skip the story and check out the rest of this week's blogger posts. But, if you are interested, then please, by all means, read on pardner...

Today's story is an Erotic Western, taken from the "Sex Tales of the Old West" and is entitled -

-- One --

    Mat Archer guided his appaloosa carefully down the trail until he entered a small natural clearing. He stopped and surveyed the ranch below. It was a typical, if well-kept ranch with a barn, two outbuildings, a white house and a corral. From where he sat he could see the setting sun reflecting off the ranch house windows. Everything was painted and well-maintained, the way all ranches should be, but seldom were. There was a decisive woman's hand at work down below, he decided. His horse pranced, eager to get down to the ranch, and the comforts therein. Mat was not so eager. Something didn't look right about the quiet scene below. Nobody moved, no smoke for a cooking fire, and no movement to feed or milk.
    Pushing the thong off the hammer of his colt, he switched the reins to his left hand and rode down carefully, pulling up occasionally to look over the ranch. What was it, what was bothering him? He stopped again and searched the lawn and outbuildings. Suddenly he saw what had been bothering him. The watering trough in the front of the house was empty. A dark patch of muddy ground surrounded the empty trough. And even though it was evening, feeding time for the livestock, the horses were stretching their necks through the fence, feeding on what little grass they could reach. It had all the earmarks of a house under siege. Now it was his job to search for those besieging the house and decide if they were the law, or lawless.
    "Easy boy," he said, reining in the horse. The horse was very eager to be off. Mat could hardly control him. Upon a sudden inspiration Mat slid off the horse, wound the reins around the saddle horn, and slapped the horse on the ass. It took off like a scalded rabbit. It took only a moment to reveal several of those hiding around the ranch. Two tried to stop his horse as he barreled into the yard. A man in the loft of the barn, changed positions to get a shot at whoever may be riding the horse. He lowered his rifle when he saw it was rider less. This helped to make up Mat's mind. Very few lawmen ambushed riders from hiding. These men were not the law, he would bet on it.
    Voices called back and forth. Questions which went on unanswered. Finally two men cornered and caught his horse, tying it near the watering troth. His horse pawed at the muddy ground, drinking what little water it found in the mud.
    "Three men," Mat mused. "There's probably more around somewhere. I'll wait until nightfall."

-- Two --

    Mat's ears perked up at the sound of a female voice. He spun around, looking over the log he had been resting against. The voice was coming from a shattered window in the house. One man with a deep voice answered. If it weren't for the echoes from the outbuildings, he may have been able to understand what was being said. As it was, there were only echoes.
    Mat decided it was time to take a hand. He pulled his pistol from the holster and stuck it down into the back of his pants. He stood in plain sight and began walking toward the house. He stumbled, as if tired, then swore and beat against a dry bush to make noise. He heard a mumbled question.
    "Hold it," a voice came from the darkening yard. It was near the corn crib.
    "Have you seen my horse?" Mat called.
    "No. Go away."
    "I can see his tracks right here in front of me," Mat lied, "horse theft is a crime, you know."
    "Who you calling a horse thief?" a second belligerent voice asked.
    "You if you have my horse."
    "I don't. He's over there by the watering trough. Get him and get out," the same voice threatened.
    "Thanks kindly," Mat said, advancing toward his horse. It was too dark to see anyone by now. There was no light from inside the house. There had been no voice coming from there. Were they smart, or just afraid?
    "Hey, there's no water in the trough," he pretended surprise.
    "I know it," the same voice growled. "We ain't got any."
    "You ain't got a well? How do you water the stock?" Mat was talking to keep them off balance. He looked toward the broken window. There had been almost no glass hanging from the frame. It had probably been knocked out from the inside by a rifle. If he was quick, and accurate, he could dive through without a scratch. He dropped the horse's reins and took several steps toward the house. He saw the reflection from a rifle barrel as he neared the house. 
    "I'm a friend," he whispered, then dove through the open window. His dive had been accurate, but it landed him against a solid body inside. He heard a woof of expelled air. He felt cloth, then glass against his hand. He raised it carefully to avoid cuts. The person on the floor struggled, then stood. The rifle swung toward him. He batted it down.
    "I told you, I'm a friend," he whispered urgently.
    "I've got no friends," a female voice whispered back. He was thrilled by the husky, sexy quality of her voice. He would have given anything to see the face that belonged to the voice. From where he sat, near the wall, there was enough light to show him a slender figure. That was a good start.
    "You seem to be surrounded by men of evil intent," he whispered, while brushing the broken glass from his hands. "You are outnumbered by at least three to one. I am a friend of anyone facing such odds."
    "Thanks," she sighed. "I could use some help. I could use some sleep," she admitted. "It's been three days. I could also use a bath," she said, sniffing something in the darkness. He could see her upraised arm and chuckled, knowing what she was sniffing.
    "You do what you have too," he said. "I'll keep watch."
    "Thank you sir, you are a gentleman."
    "At times," he admitted. "At other times I'm a downright scoundrel."
    She giggled as she left, a delicate and beautiful sound, like one of those fancy glass wind chimes he had seen outside of a store in St. Louis. He settled in by the window for a long night.

-- Three --

    Dozing lightly, Mat was startled awake by a horrible screeching sound. He stood and looked into the next room. A woman, naked from the waist up, was working a hand pump over a sink. Her glorious body was startling in the early morning light. Her breasts were firm, sagging only a little, despite their ample size. She turned and looked directly at him. He gasped and stepped back. He heard her laugh come from the next room. 
    She was beautiful, he thought to himself. Her face and figure more than matched her sexy voice. So why was she alone?
    "You are beautiful," he said cautiously.
    "I guess so," she said without interest, "as are you sir," she said over the sound of falling water. "What's your name?" she asked.
    "Mat, Matthew Archer."
    "I'm Della. Mrs. Della Cage."
    "Missus?"
    "Widowed," she called. She was obviously washing her hair.
    "Oh," he said with sudden interest. "Where are your hands?"
    "Off rounding up for the fall. They won't be back for several days. My brother-in-law is outside somewhere. He was hoping to inherit from his brother, my late husband. I feel that since I was married to the son-of-a-bitch for seven years, I am more than entitled to this ranch."
    "Of course," he called, surveying the many hiding places outside. "How long has he been dead?"
    "Thursday," she called. 
    Mat counted off the days on his fingers. Today was Sunday. She did not seem at all broken up about his death. Of course she did refer to him as a son-of-a-bitch. He leaned back and looked into the kitchen. The woman had her skirt raised, one leg up on the chair, washing her inner thighs with a white rag. He gasped again and sat erect, trying to focus his attention outside. When he turned back she was standing inside the doorway, buttoning the top of her dress. She was even more beautiful than he had assumed from that one short glance. She had black hair, smoothly tanned skin, and a light sprinkling of freckles on her nose and cheeks. She seemed to be about 30 years old. The morning sunlight, slanting through the kitchen window behind her, lit her dress from the rear, showing all of her womanly charms through the thin material. He could see most of her body in one quick glance.
    "My God," he sighed.
    "Thank you," she said with a dimpled smile. "I will take that as a compliment." She took up a broom and stood in front of the window, sweeping up the broken glass. He gasped in horror and tried to pull her away.
    "Relax," she said, looking through the broken window, "they won't shoot me. They need me to sign over the papers to Willie."
    "Willie?"
    "My brother-in-law."
    "Oh." 
    "They would shoot you, of course, if they knew you were in here. On the other hand, they might simply leave," she said thoughtfully. "They were expecting to take over the ranch in one foul swoop. I imagine they are getting more than a little worried, and a bit thirsty," she said.
    "The watering trough if shot full of holes," he said, peeking out at his poor neglected horse.
    "I know, I shot it when they tried to sneak up and fill a canteen. I have water inside. The nearest water for them is three hours ride."
    "Oh. Good thinking," he said, watching her flowery dress approach his face, as she nearly backed into him. He leaned forward and sniffed her dress. He could almost smell her delicious ass through the thin material. He badly wanted to pull her to him and sniff to his heart's content. He couldn't, of course, he was a gentleman.
    She turned and looked down at him with a smile. "I need to sweep there," she whispered. He stood awkwardly, trying to hide his hard cock, poking against the material of his levis. She noticed his embarrassment, then looked down at it's cause. Her eyes followed his crotch as he knelt on the other side of the window.
    "Been a while since you've had a woman?" she asked sympathetically.
    "It seems like a lifetime," he quietly admitted.
    "Would you like me?" she asked, moving closer. He closed his eyes and allowed his nose to press against the material of her dress.
    "Oh yes," he gasped.
    "Ok," she said simply. At first he didn't believe his ears, then he didn't know how to proceed. In desperation he grabbed her thighs and pulled her ass into his face. He breathed deeply, inhaling the fragrance of her womanhood through the material.
    "That feels good," she whispered. Mat worked up the material of her dress until he found himself facing her bare thighs. He leaned forward and kissed her left hip, then turned her so she was facing him. He pressed his nose against her cotton pantaloons. He could smell the strong aroma of woman through the cloth. He gave a shuddering gasp, pulled down the waistband and kissed her stomach. She squealed lightly and pulled his face against her. He kissed the belly button, centered in her firm stomach, then pushed down her pantaloons until he could see her mound. It was large and dark, very inviting. He pressed his nose into the patch of black hair, then lowered his lips until he touched her warm flesh. She shuddered, with both hands on the top of his head. Gently she pushed downward until his lips were firmly touching her moist petals of pussy flesh. He sucked them into his mouth. She bent over his head, crying like a little girl. Using his large calloused thumbs, he pried the lips of her pussy apart and began licking. 
    The woman grunted and slid her legs farther apart. Mat tipped his face upward and supped on her moist loins. Her pussy spasmed around his mouth and tongue. Her thighs tightened and quivered, in response to his seeking lips and agile tongue. He slid his stiffened member up inside her vagina and wiggled it around as far as it would go. The woman gave a panting gasp each time his tongue fluttered inside her. Her juices started flowing, adding a delicious flavor to her already flavorful pussy.
    As he grunted and nursed on her pussy flesh, Mat was bothered by the fact that he could not see the enemy outside. For all he knew they were sneaking closer, ready to shoot him when he showed. The feeling was so strong that the tore his mouth away from her pussy and took a quick look outside. All was quiet. His horse slapped it's tail at flies, completely unconcerned with the world around him.
    The woman was fumbling at his belt. He pulled his pistol out of his pants and pushed it down inside the holster, before removing it and opening his pants. He slid his pants down enough to reveal his throbbing cock. The woman gasped and immediately turned, placing her pussy on the head of his cock. Without warning she impaled herself on his long, throbbing manhood. They both gasped in unison. Mat looked outside, as the woman began slowly rising and falling on his cock. It was absolute heaven.
    Mat reached around the woman and opened the top of her dress. He filled both hands with her firm, bulbous breasts. His fingers twirled her nipples. She cried out as she bobbed on his hard cock. Her ass was being flattened out of shape on his lap. She mashed herself down as far as she could go on his lap. She felt his cock touching deep inside her.
    "Oh yes," she gasped, throwing her head back. He looked at her red lips and pulled her mouth closer. He kissed her passionately, trying to follow her warm lips as she bounced in his lap. 
    He couldn't remember a more glorious fuck. His cock was throbbing, desperately trying to grow and fill her even more than it already was. He could feel the veins pulsing on his manhood. He could also feel her pussy muscles clutching his manhood as it slid up and down. He felt a distinct fire building in his loins. He ground his teeth together and tipped his head back, ready for the explosion. To his horror, he realized that the woman was already having her orgasm. She screamed when he tried to piston his cock inside of her. She held onto his legs, forcing him to remain still. Too late his orgasm waned and faded. Her hot wet pussy slowly pulled off his manhood. He whined in frustration. 
    "Don't worry," she said with a smile. "I will take care of you."
    He liked the sound of that. His balls were hurting from restrained passion. He badly needed relief.
    The woman laid on his legs and lowered her mouth to his throbbing cock. Still coated with her juices and a film of cream, she took him into her mouth and sucked.
    "Oh my God," he gasped. He had never seen anything more exciting. Her mouth was filled with her own juices. She seemed to savor them. She sucked and swallowed, then looked up at him with those dark brown eyes. He exploded in her mouth without warning. He felt embarrassed, but she didn't seem to care. In fact, she seemed to enjoy his spurting cum. She swallowed it quickly in an attempt to keep up. Finally he stopped shooting cum. She took her time in sucking the full length of his cock, before she gently sucked the cum from the head of his cock and smiled up at him.
    "Your cream was very sweet," she said, wiping her mouth. "It had been some time, hadn't it? A man grows sweeter with age."
    "You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen," he gasped.
    "Thanks. I wish my late husband had felt that way. He was more interested in his sister."
    "In his own sister?" Mat gasped.
    "Yeah," she said in disgust. "Oh, oh, something's going on outside," she warned. Mat grabbed his pistol and looked outside. The three men were advancing across the yard. One stopped and looked at his horse in surprise, then came on with the others.
    "Fay!" a gruff voice called.
    "Hold up right there," Mat said as they reached the edge of the porch. One man started to move, so Mat put a shot in the dirt in front of him.
    "Who's that?" the harsh voice demanded. It belonged to a large, overweight man with an ugly face.
    "None of your damned business," Mat growled. "Drop your weapons."
    "Damned if I will," the man said.
    "Dead if you don't," Mat promised.
    "Damn you," the man shouted.
    "Probably so, but you are still dropping your weapons," he said amiably. It took a few minutes, but they finally dropped all their weapons on the edge of the porch.
    "Now turn around and start walking. Don't stop this side of Silver City, or I will shoot you on sight."
    "We've never seen you," the ugly man complained.
    "That's right, but I've seen you," Mat said with a laugh. "Now start walking."
    He watched the men until they disappeared over the hill.
    "I need to water my horse and see if they are really going," he said, standing and taking the rifle from her hands. He started to step through the window, then went to the door with a sheepish grin.
    "I'll be back," he promised.
    "Good, because we have three days until my men return. Let's make the most of it."
    He nodded and ran to his horse. He was half way to the hill before he remembered that he had forgotten to water his horse. Oh well, there was plenty of time for that.

Ok, I kinda liked this story, but it had a few flaws. First, in chapter 2, our hero Mat walks into the yard, has a conversation with the bad guys and then dives thru the window of the house. Then in chapter 3 the Damsel in Distress makes reference to the bad guys not knowing that Mat is in the house. Didn't make sense to me that she would say that... but I let it go.

Then at the end of chapter 3, the bad guys approach the house and are surprised to find Mat inside and not only that, the bad guys couldn't put it together that Mat was the guy from the night before???. Again, didn't make sense to me, they talked to him the night before and... What, did they just think he disappeared into thin air right in the middle of their conversation?

Also, at the end of chapter 3 one of the bad guys (who is supposed to be the Damsel's brother-in-law) calls out "Fay!" Who the hell is Fay? I thought her name was Della! Come on now, that's just sloppy writing.

Ok, and here's my last complaint about the story... The very last paragraph is so unclear... Mat was going out to water his horse and also to make sure the bad guys left... He ran to his horse and then was halfway to the hill before he remembered that he forgotten to water his horse??? Huh??? Yes, I do know what the writer was trying to say... He just didn't make it clear.

Other than these complaints - it was an ok story... It did keep my interest and the sex scene, though it did use a little too much porn lingo, was pretty good.

Anyway, let me know what you think about this story and also about keeping "Wednesday Westerns" as a weekly feature on "Sex Blogger." And in the mean time... Check out more Erotic Western Stories and "Old Timey" Photo Galleries at "Sex Tales of the Old West."
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Tuesday, April 22, 2003

Cherokee - Future Blog Babe

This is one of the Babes I photographed the other day. Hot Huh? Her name is Cherokee. She's a very sexy 24 year old, 4'11, 115 lb, Latina / American-Indian Hottie. She has long waist length black hair, dark sultry eyes, a nice smile, a shaved pussy, huge 34C fake tits (she says they're 34C, but I think they're bigger), a killer ass, a flat stomach that you could bounce a quarter off and great, big muscular legs. Dang, her thighs are bigger than mine and remember she's only 4'11. This little powerhouse works out (lifting weights) every day and it deffo shows. WOW!

I met Cherokee through an agent over a year ago. As soon as I saw her pic I knew that I wanted to shoot her. I called to set up an interview, but found out that she lived out of state and only came to Cali when she had work here, but she did come (no pun intended) quite often. We talked, laughed and (of course) flirted on the phone for over an hour (on my bill - dang!) and ended the conversation with the agreement that as soon as she came back to Cali she would deffo give me a call and we would get together for an interview (and of course I had already made up my mind that I would hire her for a shoot).

Over the course of the next year, she came to Cali a few times but, either she was too busy or I was or something came up and needless to say we never got together to meet, interview or to work together.

Finally, almost a year to the day that we first talked on the phone she was gonna be in town, she had a day open, I had a shoot set up and needed a model (the other one flaked at the last minute) and everything came together. I hired her for the shoot (which I usually never do without first interviewing). I gave her the time and location and, not only did she show up early, she showed up with a good attitude and a great smile.

Cherokee was a lot of fun to work with and even though we played around a lot, the shoot went great and we got a lot of work done. In about 5 hours we did 9 different set-ups including: cheerleader, schoolgirl, sexy pink dress, amateur, plastic wrap (mummification), 2 voyeur scenes and 2 different scenes with weapons - a pistol and an assault rifle.

A few days after the shoot, Cherokee came over my house to check out the pics and talk for a while. She ended up staying for about four hours - during which time we had a really deep heart to heart talk. We laughed, we cried and we became very close - no, not sexually. Though I certainly wouldn't have minded. But then again, even though she has a great body, I would hate to be the one between her legs if she ever decided that she was angry. OMG! She could crack nuts (pun intended) with those thighs.

I wanted to hire her for another shoot, but she was leaving town the next day... Oh well... We promised that we would keep in touch and the next time she came back into town we would deffo get together to shoot or just hang out together.

If you want to see more of Cherokee, check out "Guns and Tits." Sorry, but like Thai Angel (this week's Blogger Babe) this is the only site I've had time to put her on... But don't panic, Cherokee will be featured on a lot more of my Adult Sites in the very near future. I will deffo keep you updated.
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Monday, April 21, 2003

Monday Toons

Sunday, April 20, 2003

Blogger Babe - Thai Angel

Thai Angel is a very cute 19 year old, 5'0, 90 lb Asian Hottie. Isn't she cute? Yeah, yeah... I know she looks young, but don't freak out, (and don't any of you pedophile pervs get wrong idea), she IS a legal adult! Anyway, she has a great figure with very nicely shaped 32C breasts, a shaved pussy with just a wisp of silky-soft hair and probably one of the tiniest asses I've ever seen. Yeah, yeah... I know, she's small all over, but still, her butt is just so dang cute. Thai Angel also has beautiful long (middle of her back) brown hair, bright brown eyes and a very sweet, very innocent smile. But don't let that smile fool you. Yeah, yeah... she looks sweet and innocent, but let me tell you, this babe can deffo lay on the "sexy" - (see this week's Blogger Babe Pic).

I met Thai Angel through and agent. She was the model (with the b/f) I interviewed a while ago. Click here to read about it. Anyway, it turns out that she is not so sweet, innocent and naive as I originally thought. I had a long talk with her and found out that she came over here from Thailand to visit her b/f and to take some English courses while she was here. ALSO, it was her idea (not his) to do some adult work. That totally blew me away. She told me (in very broken English) that she could make some great money doing this type of work and then go back home, pay for college and live quite comfortably in Bangkok for a while. She deffo had a plan that she was following. I'll give her credit for that, but dang!!! She deffo should not be doing this type of work. And her b/f should deffo not let her do it! Oh well... who am I to judge?

As you can see, I hired her for a shoot. Of course, she doesn't have a car here and her b/f has a real job, so I had to go pick her up for the shoot. When I got there she was completely ready to go. In other words, I didn't have to wait for her. She got in the car and on the way to location she finally started to open up to me and talk - which was both a curse and a blessing. A curse because... once she started talking, she never shut up. Dang, the girl talked non-stop all day long. And about half of what she said I could not understand. I just nodded and smiled a lot! No, I'm kidding, her English was ok. Only about a quarter of it I could not understand. A blessing because... she felt very comfortable and we really got to know each other in the short time we were together. A very sweet girl that seems like she deffo knows what she wants in life. But, I still always have to think that there's screw loose somewhere with someone that does this type of work.

Anyway, back to the shoot. The shoot went great. Thai Angel was deffo a pleasure to work with. Anything that I needed her to do, she did it. And she did it with a smile. So much so, I actually had to tell her to stop smiling. And of course, that made her smile even more. Dang! We were flying through the shoot. In exactly four (4) hours, between all the smiling, laughing and changing clothes, we did nine (9) different set-ups including; cheerleader, schoolgirl, amateur, lingerie (with a gun - which was very kewl), bellhop, bikini, two (2) voyeur scenes and plastic wrap. Yeah, yeah... I know. You're probably wondering what the plastic wrap is all about. Well, it was very kewl. We wrapped her tightly (like a mummy) from head to toe in clear saran wrap. I guess that it's some type of new fetish. Didn't do a whole lot for me (sexually), but it was still very kewl.

After the shoot I drove her back to her b/f's, asked when she was leaving and told her that I would deffo love to shoot her again before she leaves. She said she was pretty booked up but if she had the time she would love to work with me again. She gave me a big hug and got out of the car.

A few days later, she and her b/f came over to look at the pics and picked out a bunch that they wanted. I again brought up that I wanted to shoot her (again) and they said that she would be deffo interested but didn't know if she had the time and that they would call me in a couple of days to let me know. Of course, they never called. Thai Angel is probably back in Bangkok by now. Oh well...

If you want to see more of Thai Angel, check out "Guns and Tits." Sorry, but so far this is the only site I've had time to put her on... But never fear, she will be featured on a lot more Adult Sites in the very near future. I will deffo keep you updated.
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Looking for Girls to Photograph!

If you're female, OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE, in the LA area, very cute and/or good looking and/or HOT, and are interested in posing nude for my websites, your own websites, for fun or just for some nice artistic photographs, please e-mail me with a description of yourself and a URL address where I can see a photo of you. If you're what I'm looking for, then you'll deffo hear back from me :o)

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