Thursday, May 22, 2003

UpDates & Reviews

"Cuntoons" - Features X-rated adult cartoons, illustrated erotica, 3D animation, flash movies, anime, hentai and more.

I added a bunch of completely new galleries this month - some really kewl 3D Galleries, new illustrated erotica and a few really dark and violent comic stories. Not for the faint of heart, but deffo worth a look :o)

"Cuntoons" is one of my favorite sites. It's a little different from my other sites - whereas there are no real models - it's all cartoons. I love the look of the site and (of course) it's surfer friendly and easy to navigate. The site has many galleries of 3D computer generated babes, illustrated erotica, galleries of cartoons and, last but not least, a flash movie. All of which is updated monthly. "Cuntoons" is also a "CyberAge Platinum" site. So if you're into 3D babes, cartoons, adult comix, etc., then this is a great site to check out.

"Teen Twins"- Hardcore galleries of sexy lesbian twin sisters. Paternal, fraternal and some sexy girls that just look alike. Plus XXX movies, live chat and more.

"Teen Twins" is a CyberSex Prestige PLUS site. There are six galleries with over 300 photos of hot lesbian twins (or some girls that just alike). I really like the site. Of course, I like the babes on the site; there're some really sexy ones. And to make it even better, they're twins. They're not just twins, they're lesbian twins. Well actually not all of them are twins. Some are just hot lesbians that look alike... So,  Shhhhh, don't tell anybody. Let's keep it our little secret - LOL. Anyway, I like the design of the site. Of course I do... I designed it - LOL. Aside from the aesthetics, it's easy to navigate, fairly quick loading and did I mention - tons of hot & sexy lesbian babes kissing pussy. And of course, it's updated monthly. I shot some of the pics, but the majority, I licensed from an image broker. And because "Teen Twins" is a CyberSex Prestige PLUS site you also get free access to thousands of other adult sites, free adult movies, live chat, live cam feeds, live sex shows, exclusive pictorials and videos, personal ads and much, much more. Check it out and let me know what you think.

"Sex-Fi. Erotic Sci-Fi, Goth & Horror Sex Stories" - Erotic science fiction, goth & horror illustrated sex stories. Featuring aliens, monsters, sexy babes and more. Plus 3D galleries, live chat and XXX movies.

"Sex-Fi" is a "CyberSex Prestige" site and is REALLY one of my favorite sites. I love the design of the splash pages. And yes, I designed them myself - "Thank you." The site had seven galleries of 3D animation, comix and illustrated erotica. Plus 20 different sci-fi & horror sex stories. I have also recently added 25 Erotic Tales of the Old West and a new "Dark" Super Hero Comic. Anyway, the site is easy to navigate and it's updated monthly. If you're into sex, sci-fi and dark horror & erotic goth stories then you really should give "Sex-Fi" a try. Really you should! Do it now! :o)

"Nude Amateur Women" - Real Amateur Women and Barely Legal Teen Girls getting Nude for the Camera.

"Nude Amateur Women" is a CyberAge Platinum site. This site is a simple, no frills but fairly fast loading Amateur site. Again (like all my sites) it's easy to navigate. There are no pop-ups, no hidden links and no entrapments of any kind to piss you off. All the pics were taken with a Polaroid camera. So if you like Amateurs and Amateur photography, check this site out. You won't be disappointed. Also, there's a huge RETRO RAUNCH gallery. And this gallery is pretty kewl. It has tons of antique porn pics - everything from the 1880's up to the 1960's. So if you wanna see what your parents, grandparents and even great grandparents did way back when - give it a click.

"Vittorias Lingerie" - Galleries of sexy Women and Teens in lingerie, pajamas and pantyhose. Plus XXX movies, live chat with Asians, Blacks, Latinas and more.

"Vittorias Lingerie" is a great site. I like everything about it. It has a great look, it's quick loading, very easy to navigate and there're no annoying pop-ups, consoles or other crap to piss you off. And since there's none of that stuff to annoy you, you can spend your time looking at the hot babes, which is actually why you want to go to an adult site in the first place. Right? Right! "Vittorias Lingerie" has seven galleries with over 300 photos of sexy women and hot teens in (and out of) lingerie, nylons stockings, pantyhose and of course pajamas. If you want it, this adult site pretty much has it. There're Asian, Black, European and Latina Babes. Plus sexy lesbians, pregnant girls and even a computer generated gallery of 3D babes in lingerie & cum-fuck-me pumps. Of course each and every one of these galleries are updated on a monthly basis with fresh new content for you to dream (or cream) over.. And because "Vittorias Lingerie" is a CyberSex Prestige PLUS site you also get free access to thousands of other adult sites, free adult movies, live chat, live cam feeds, live sex shows, exclusive pictorials and videos, personal ads, a cybersex newsletter and much, much more. Check it out and let me know what you think.
 

"Blonde-O-Rama" - Blondes, blondes and nothing but sexy, dumb, big breasted blondes that love to fuck. Well... maybe a few hot & horny brunettes with big tits.

"Blonde-O-Rama" is a CyberAge Platinum site. It's easy to navigate, has no pop-ups, no hidden links, no consoles and no surfer entrapment of any kind. Trust me, if you surf the web at all, you already know how annoying consoles and pop-ups are. "Blonde-O-Rama" has three galleries of big breasted Blonde bimbos, one gallery of big breasted Brunette bimbos and a Blonde Jokes Gallery. All galleries are updated monthly.

That's it for today... If you know any good blonde jokes. I mean really good ones, please send them to me.
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Wednesday, May 21, 2003

Wednesday Westerns

Hello and welcome to the 6th week of "Wednesday Westerns." If you've been an avid follower of Sex Blogger, you already know that each Wednesday I'm presenting a new Erotic Western Story. You know, the stuff that made American great - Sex and the Old West!

If you're not interested in Sex, the Old West or Adult Erotica, click here to 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 --

    "Ratabaugh!" an authoritative voice called from behind a dust-covered figure in a leather vest and Levi's. John Ratabaugh spun around with his hand on his colt. He relaxed when he saw Lieutenant Murphy.
    "That's a good way to get shot, Murph."
    "Not by you, you're too damned selective," the tall skinny man in a blue uniform laughed. He started to touch Ratabaugh on the shoulder, saw the dust and thought better of it. He fluttered his fingers, closed his fist, and pulled his hand away in distaste. "Which way are you heading?" Murphy asked.
    "West," Ratabaugh said shortly, squinting in that direction. He shook himself lightly and looked at the soldier. He badly wanted a drink and the Lieutenant was standing in his way. What the hell did he want, anyway? He had quit the army nine years before. They had no hold on him. "I'm parched and short on temper," Ratabaugh warned, returning to his single- minded pursuit of a drink.
    "I need a favor."
    "You personally, or the army?" Ratabaugh asked with the first signs of a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.
    "Both. We brought in a band of Apaches today. I considered it a job well done, finished in a timely manner. It turns out that we overlooked something. It seems they attacked a lone wagon about a day north of here.
    A friend of my son's, one of those renegades, said that there could still be survivors. He saw the side of the wagon bulge out as he was leaving. He didn't tell anybody because he didn't want to get anybody killed. It was his first trip out and he didn't have the stomach for it."
    "Why me, Fort Bowie is full of blue bellies?"
    "We haven't been called that for nine years. You are not a confederate colonel any more... colonel."
    "Yeah," Ratabaugh said in distaste. "Same question, why me?" he asked, pausing at the batwing doors.
    "I screwed the pooch," Murphy whispered, looking inside the darkened saloon. I need a favor, Ratabaugh."
    "Ok, I don't like Apache Pass anyway, too many ghosts," he said, looking toward the west. "I'll head north and go by way of Provo. They got a telegraph?"
    "I believe so. Anyway, you can handle the arrangements, either way it turns out. Just so I know it's been handled," he said, slapping Ratabaugh on the shoulder. It was a big mistake. A cloud of Arizona dust filled the air and made Murphy choke. He pushed Ratabaugh away and thanked him with a fluttering hand and tearing eyes.
    "Get a bath while you're in town," Murphy called, as he turned and hurried out of sight.
    "Not in this damned place," Ratabaugh mumbled, looking around at the disreputable buildings. It was a town designed to take a soldier's money. He had seen many such in the past, during the disagreement between the north and south.
    "Beer," he said, craving the cooling taste of a glass of brew. He tossed his quarter on the bar, then slid the change into his pocket, under the scowling eyes of the bartender. Who cared, he'd leave no tip, he would never stop by this place again?

-- Two --

    The wagon was easy to find. First he followed the tracks of the Apache's and soldiers, then he followed the more spurious tracks of the war party. The wagon was torn and battered, standing in the cooling shade of a giant rock, only a few feet from the only water within 30 miles.
    "Hell of a place to camp," he said, shaking his head in disgust. Not only was it the most likely place to meet Indians, it was also downright criminal for the wildlife. They too needed to drink, and would not as long as people camped near their waterhole.
    "Stupid farmers," he growled, looking around uncertainly. Murphy had not captured all the Indians roaming free in the West. There were many such war parties. The young men needed to prove themselves in battle. They went out every chance they got. He had no desire to meet them.
    "Stupid farmers," he said again, kicking white clothing aside. They were women's clothing. In a moment he found the woman. She was hanging half out of the wagon. Her body was still in descent shape, thankfully. It would make burying her much more pleasant. He looked further until he spotted the man within inches of the water. That was damned lucky. If he had fallen into the water and filled it with blood, it would have tainted the water for a good long time.
    "Stupid farmers," he said even louder. He grabbed the man's shoe and pulled him away from the waterhole. It took only a moment to find a small cave at the edge of the rock and stuff the man inside. He went over to the woman and whistled in appreciation. She couldn't have been dead more than a day. Her eyes were open, blue as the sky, and her body was in perfect shape. Most bodies shit their pants and bloated in no time at all. He briefly held her wrist to make sure she was really dead. She was. His eyes went to the white stockings and the partially lifted dress.
    What the hell, he thought, she sure wouldn't mind. He hadn't seen a white woman's pussy in over seven years. He lifted the dress and yanked down the pantaloons. Tasty, right tasty, he thought to himself as he looked at her delicate pussy lips. What a waste, he thought as he dropped her dress and pulled her from the wagon. He found himself staring into another pair of sky blue eyes. This pair was frightened and young, possibly in her late teens.
    "Howdy," he said in embarrassment. Had she seen? No, but she might have heard.
    "H... hi," she said, shivering visibly as she looked up at him.
    "Come on out," he said gently.
    "I can't... I'm too scared."
    "I'm going to bury your papa and mama. Come out when you have a mind too. The Indians are back on the reservation at Fort Bowie," he called, while dragging the woman to the small cave. Her blouse opened as he manhandled her into the cave. He colored as the breast sprang into view. He sank down on his heels and stared at it wishfully. Even in death it was absolutely perfect. The nipple was pointed, as if aroused. The areola was large and dark, like a Mexican girl's.
    "What a waste," he whispered again.
    "Mama was beautiful," the girl said gently from behind him.
    He stood quickly and began pushing dirt over the bodies with his foot. "She certainly was. She had no business being out here, and neither did you. I need to send you back home."
    "I got no home. That's my home," she nodded toward the wagon. He looked at the battered wagon and shook his head.
    "Without horses it's just firewood," he said gently. He began scratching a cross in the rock above the bodies, with the sight on his gun.
    "I got no kin, I got nowhere to go. I'm alone," she said, shuddering again. He knew that visions of her parents death were still filing her mind. They would for quite some time. She was lucky to be lucid, after what she had seen. She was lucky that she hadn't seen more. The soldiers must have frightened the Apaches before they could perform their usual carnage. Her mother had gotten off lucky too. They knew what to do with a beautiful woman such as her. Death was just a passage into the next life. Torture was far worse.
    "Will... will your horse pull a wagon?" she asked hopefully.
    "No, and he'd kick me to death if I tried. Besides, it takes more than one horse to pull a wagon that size. You will have to ride double with
me."
    "Oh, ok. Can I bring some stuff?"
    "By all means, but keep it small. Just the amount that can fit into two burlap bags," he explained. He heard the distinctive jingle of coins. His ears perked up despite himself.
    "Carry that in a sock and tie it tightly so it won't jingle," he called. "There are some who would kill you to get to that."
    "I know, but I trust you."
    "That's a hell of a thing to say," he said in disgust.
    "Why?" she asked, rounding the corner of the wagon.
    "Because if a man is trusted, he has to be trustworthy. You are too damned pretty to be trustworthy with. I'd regret it all my life," he said, turning dark red under her scrutiny. She began to giggle, a melodic sound in the barren waste where there was little happiness. The sound made his heart melt. She spread a white petticoat on the ground and began stacking items on top of it. She finished with a picture of her mother and father, standing side by side in their Sunday best.
    "I saw you looking at mama," she said quietly. Her blue eyes came up and searched his. "She would have liked that. Mama liked to be appreciated. She liked to walk away from a man, knowing that she had his complete attention."
    His mouth opened and closed. He didn't know what to say. Terror could do strange things to people. Was she being strange?
    "I like being looked at too," she said in a small voice. "I need to take a bath," she pointed at the waterhole. "Will you watch me?"
    "I... certainly," he said in embarrassment.
    "I mean really watch me," she said emphatically. "I want to know that if I die tomorrow, like mama did, that somebody in this world will remember me, appreciate me. Will you do that?"
    "I will," he promised. She watched him for a moment, then selected clothes from the pile she had just made. She took off her clothes slowly, one piece at a time. Ratabaugh didn't know that women wore so many clothes. They didn't seem appropriate in the desert. 
    "My name is Anna," she said as she stood in her undershirt and pantaloons. She slowly untied her undershirt and dropped it into the sand before her. Ratabaugh's eyes were transfixed by her generous breasts. Like her mother's she had pointed nipples and large areolas. They were very attractive.
    "My God," he whispered in awe.
    "You've seen naked women before?" she asked in surprise.
    "Well almost. I had me a whore in El Paso once, but it was dark. I had me another in Juarez, but I was drunk by then."
    Anna giggled again. Her breast jiggled, transfixing Ratabaugh's attention.
    "I never knew that women could be so damned beautiful... I mean all over," he amended.
    "Thanks." She slid her pantaloons down to her ankles and kicked them off. Ratabaugh was amazed. He had never seen anything so enticing. He decided that a woman's pussy was downright attractive, kind of like a beaver pelt centered over a sideways mouth.
    "Do they all look like that?" he asked, remembering her mother's pussy, or the brief look he had gotten of it. Actually he had seen very little.
    "No, certainly not. Each vagina is slightly different."
    "I wish... can I touch it?" he asked, crawling closer.
    "Wait until I have bathed, then you can do anything you like to it," she smiled.
    If Ratabaugh had not been so transfixed by the stark nakedness of a woman in broad daylight, in the middle of the desert, the might have remembered the recent tragedy and suspected a trap. But as it was he saw nothing but Anna. He hungered like he had never hungered for anything before. He found her pantaloons, which she had just kicked off, and held them to his nose. They smelled strongly of pussy. He inhaled again and moaned in desire. 
    Anna was turned partially away, taking her time as she bathed her breasts with the cool water of the waterhole. Ratabaugh suddenly had the urge to join her, remembering Murphy's words. "Get a bath," he had said. Ratabaugh knew that he would need one, if he was to ride double with Anna.
    He began soundlessly disrobing. Anna turned in surprise, just as he stepped into the water.
    "Oh," she said in surprise. Her eyes went to his hard manhood. He sank into the water in embarrassment.
    "You ARE a man," she said in appreciation.
    "Yes ma'am, and you ARE a woman."
    "Let's hurry and finished our bath," she said, looking up at the sky. "It's two hours until nightfall, and I want to get shut of this place before we... before I... you know," she said coyly.
    "God I hope so," he said, splashing water over his body.

-- Three --

    They were far from the waterhole by nightfall. Ratabaugh made camp in the middle of a huge pile of rocks. Arizona and Texas were full of rocks. Sometimes even the mountains were made of rock. They sank down to the sand in the middle of three perfect walls made of solid rock. By adding a fourth wall and a roof, it would have been a substantial home. Firelight flickered off the gray rocks. The coffee pot was simmering on the fire. A pot of beans and a pan of bacon cooked beside it. Anna, it turned out, was a good cook.
    "Good vitals," Ratabaugh said as he relaxed with coffee and a
cigarette.
    "Are we safe here?" Anna looked out into the darkness.
    "Sure. The rocks on all sides keep others from seeing the fire. This is a secret place, known only to me and a handful of others."
    "Good. I want to love you like you have never been loved before," she said, slinking up to him and relaxing on the blanket at his feet. His eyes went over the slender blonde girl with sky blue eyes, and he knew he was about to have a night that cowboys only lied about. He tossed his cigarette out into the night, downed the last of his coffee, and threw the cup toward the fire.
    "Ok," he said simply. He took Anna into his arms. He reveled in the heat of her body. The softness of her hair and clothing was foreign to him. He lived in a world of harshness. A woman lived in another world. A world of softness and delight.
    He lunged forward and captured her mouth with his own. They kissed and groped desperately. Anna suddenly broke the kiss, sat back and began undressing. She stopped halfway through and waited until he began disrobing as well. He marveled at the glorious white flesh of her breasts. He had to stop with his own undressing unfinished, and lean forward to feel those soft breasts against his face. Her skin smelled nice. He knew she had used no perfume, but the perfume of her skin was intoxicating. He opened his mouth and engulfed one nipple. He nursed like a baby, while she moaned and petted the back of his head. After several minutes they both resumed their clothing removal. At one point Anna hurriedly helped Ratabaugh pull off his pants. She gasped as his manhood pulled out of his pants and wagged before him. She slid forward and claimed his penis with her small white hands.
    "Beautiful," she gasped. He looked down, frowning. He had never thought of his cock as being beautiful. But now that he thought of it, she might be right. It did look beautiful between her slender white hands. They felt good on his cock. Kind of warm and soft. She sank to her knees and kissed the uncircumcised head of his cock. He gasped, pushing her face away. He didn't know what she was doing, but he was sure it wasn't
legal.
    "Watch me," she said, closing her mouth around the tip of his cock. She sucked gently. He watched the way her cheeks and throat moved. She was so beautiful. He had never expected to see such a beautiful face on his cock. Was this a dream?
    "I want to see yours, I want to touch it," he gasped. She sat back and pushed off her pantaloons. The vast expanse of naked flesh looked almost natural in the flickering yellow firelight. He gasped and surged forward. Her thigh was heavenly soft against his cheek. He nuzzled between her legs until he could smell her pussy. It smelled even better than her pantaloons had smelled. Kind of fresh and delicate. Remembering her recent exploration of his manhood, he decided to try the same on her. He pushed her back. She leaned back with a gasp and opened her legs.
    There it was, the thing that was more important than heaven or hell, to a lonely man. A real pussy on one of the most beautiful women Ratabaugh had ever seen. He sank his lips down between her legs and kissed it. She sighed and shuddered. He decided that the taste of a woman was really not too bad. Different, but not bad. He had heard of cunninglus being performed for hundreds, maybe thousands of years. But he had never pictured himself performing it. His mouth and tongue automatically began working on her aromatic, moist flesh. She rolled on the blanket, grasping her breasts in her hands, and arching her back, thrusting her pussy toward Ratabaugh's mouth. He sucked greedily, noisily, bringing a kitten-like cry from Anna's sweet lips. She shuddered, placing a hand on his bobbing head. Her fingers dug into the top of his scalp for a moment, then they returned to her own breasts. She mashed her breasts out of shape, then pulled on the nipples until they were an inch long. Ratabaugh watched in passionate amazement.
    He loved watching her face. He had never seen a woman's face go through so many changes. Although Anna was one of the prettiest girls Ratabaugh had ever seen, her face looked downright ugly at times. It was all twisted and funny looking. But he didn't care.
    "Oh yes," Anna surged up off the blanket. He licked rapidly, finding that a small pocket of flesh was the most delicate, if her reactions were any indication. He tongued the neat little packet of flesh for several minutes. Anna cried out increasingly loud until she screamed, shooting up off the blanket and pulling his face between her legs. She hunched her sex against his working mouth, mewling and crying until her orgasm waned and faded. She fell back to the blanket and pushed his mouth out from between her legs.
    "Did I do something wrong?" he asked in confusion. If he had, it would have been a shame. He liked his first cunninglus experience.
    "You? Hell no," she gasped. "You did everything just right. God that felt good."
    "Good," he said, not knowing what else to say.
    "Lay back, she commanded, pushing him back on the blanket. He fell back and watched as she straddled his body, and slowly lowered her moist pussy over his cock. He shuddered in tortured rapture as her pussy closed over his large cock. It was absolute heaven. Her pussy finally came into contact with his pelvis. He was fully inserted inside her. He couldn't believe that his cock would fit inside such a tiny girl. She closed her eyes, allowing her pussy to adjust to his large size, before she began riding up and down on his cock. It felt like riding a horse's cock, she thought as she luxuriated in the intense feeling of pleasure radiating throughout her body.
    "Oh my God," he gasped. He filled his hands with her ample breasts. Her golden blonde hair sparkled in the firelight. Her tanned skin glowed above him. She looked like a goddess to his adoring eyes.
    "I am the luckiest man on Earth," he growled. He felt his ass and stomach clenching. She was so damned tight. He could feel the suction of her pussy clenching his cock, as it rose and fell. She fell forward and captured his mouth with her own. She sucked and tongued his lips for a moment, then sat up with her back arched, looking down at him. She smiled and threw her hair back out of the way. Once again Ratabaugh thought he was fornicating with an angel. He had never seen a woman so beautiful, or imagined one riding his cock.
    "I'm getting hot," Anna whispered. "I'm getting closer," she whispered as she gyrated rhythmically on his hard cock. Like a snake in a charmer's basket, she swayed and danced above him. He was finding the pleasure almost unbearable. 
    Suddenly Ratabaugh felt the familiar feelings of an approaching orgasm. He was very familiar with an orgasm, he like all cowboys, often masturbated while alone out in the dark. But this was different. This was all consuming, more powerful than anything he had ever felt or imagined. 
    Ratabaugh began moaning. His bottom lip vibrated as his orgasm intensified. He mashed her breasts with his strong hands, but she didn't seem to mind. Suddenly she captured his hands in hers and leaned forward for another kiss. The warm touch of her lips was enough to send him over the edge. He gasped into her open red lips and felt the fire exploding from his balls. With no more warning than a flash flood, his cock began spewing sperm into her hot, inviting vagina. She sat up and began riding forward and back madly. He objected, about to hold her in place, but her own orgasm began and she sat almost motionless, her body shuddering in the throes of passion. 
    Their passion lasted for several minutes. Finally each quieted and fell lifelessly to the blanket. Ratabaugh inched forward and kissed one perfect globe of her ass. He had never seen anything so beautiful.
    Anna waited for nearly 23 minutes, feeding Ratabaugh food and coffee, before they started again. By the fourth time, Ratabaugh's pelvis was raw. He could barely keep up with her. When she tried to start a fifth time, he reluctantly pushed her away.
    "Tomorrow," he whispered reluctantly.
    "Yes, tomorrow," she said thoughtfully. She fell asleep in his arms.

-- Four --

    He woke to find himself alone on the sand. The fire was out and his coffee pot sat on the stones beside it. The water bag was gone, but the canteen was there by the fire. Dixie was also gone.
    "Damned," he swore, feeling like a fool. He told himself that she had fucked him half to death to make him exhausted, but he knew better. And even after being robbed, he knew he was the luckiest man on earth. 
    Ratabaugh caught a wild burrow and rode it on into Provo. For such a large man, it was amazing that such a small animal could carry his weight. But it managed. He released it just outside of town. It had earned it's freedom. Besides, he wouldn't be caught riding on the tiny animal, to save his own life. He would be laughed out of Utah. 
    Ratabaugh found Dixie in the local stable. 
    "Do you want to have her arrested?" the old man at the stable asked.
    "Not on your life," Ratabaugh said with feeling. "No, we're even," he said as he mounted Dixie and rode west.

Yee-Haw Cowboy! I liked this story. Why can't I find a woman just like that? I certainly don't want her to rob me and leave, but I would certainly love the rest of it. And I deffo loved when the writer was speaking about Anna's pussy and wrote - "There it was, the thing that was more important than heaven or hell, to a lonely man." That is such a true statement!

I do have a couple of complaints though. Why did Anna just up and leave in the middle of the night? There was no reason or motive for it, so I'm just kinda wondering why the writer made that choice. Also, and this kinda made me laugh... At the end of paragraph three, the writer wrote "Anna waited for nearly 23 minutes, feeding Ratabaugh food and coffee, before they started again". It just makes me wonder why the writer choose "23" minutes instead of "22" or "24" minutes. It just seems weird because I would have simply wrote "Anna waited for nearly half an hour..." or "Anna waited for nearly 20 minutes..." I wouldn't have said "23" minutes. I know that it's not a big deal, but thinking about what the significance of "23" might be did take me out of the story for a moment.

The only other complaint I have about the story is that our Hero, who is supposed to be a likable guy, was about to copulate with a dead woman. No, no, no... I deffo could've done with out that image burned in my mind. But forgetting that, the rest of the story was good. It was fast paced, it held my attention it had a pretty good sex scene.

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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Monday, May 19, 2003

Monday Toons

Sunday, May 18, 2003

Blogger Babes - Sabrine & Ruby

These two Blogger Babes are Hot (see this week's Blogger Babes Pic). I wrote about each of them individually over the last two weeks. In case you missed it or are too lazy to check out the archives, here's a quick refresher.

Sabrine is a 19 year old, 5'2, 95 lb Asian Babe (with a capital "B"). She has tiny, but very nice, 32A natural tits, shaved pussy (with a little landing-strip of hair), a hot & tight little body, beautiful smile, beautiful long dark hair and, let's face it, she's just a total cutie. OMG!!! (For Sabrine's Story and my thoughts about her, check out Blogger Babe Sabrine).

Ruby is a 19 year old, 4'11, 80 lb Asian Cutie (with a capital "C"). She is very Tiny (with a capital "T"). Oh my... I think that she is the tiniest girl I have ever photographed. I could literally (almost) hold her the the palm of my hand. She is a very sweet girl with very tiny tits, tiny waist (18 inches), tiny hips and a very small, firm and hot, little body. She has shoulder length dark hair, a couple small tattoos, multiple piercings, a completely shaved pussy and did I mention that she was tiny! (For Ruby's Story and my thoughts about her, check out Blogger Babe Ruby). 

If you want to see more of Sabrine and Ruby, check out "China Dolls," "Authentic Asian Lesbians," "Authentic Asian Amateur," "Authentic Asian Voyeur," "Cheerleaders & Teens in Uniform," "Sex Safari," "UpSkirt Voyeur," "Mega-Voyeur," "Victory Girls!," "REAL" Amateur Women & Teens,"  "Prep School Sluts," "Asian Teens in Lingerie," "Vittoria's Lingerie," "Nude Amateur Women" and of course - "Kissing Pussy."
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Looking for Girls, Girls, Girls to Photograph!

I'm shooting a lot right now and I'm deffo looking for girls to photograph, so... 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)

Please DO NOT send photos or files attached to your e-mails. They will be deleted!
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Looking for Adult Artists & Writers

If you're an artist and/or writer and would like to have your work featured here on Sex Blogger or one of my other Adult Story or Cartoon Sites: "Sex-Fi. Erotic Sci-Fi & Horror Sex Stories," "Cuntoons," "Pregnant Comix," "Erotic Pregnant & Plumper Stories," "Sex Tales of the Old West," "Illustrated Erotica" or one of the new Erotic Story or Adult Cartoon sites that I'm building, then please feel free to e-mail me with a SHORT sample of your writing or a URL address where I can see your work. As far as subject matter goes, I'm really interested in erotic Sci-Fi, Horror, Gothic, War and Crime stories and/or artwork in the same genera's. I'm also interested in material that is unique unto itself. If you send me a short sample of your writing, please spell check and proof read it before submitting it. I know that I'm not the best with grammar, but if your sample is full of misspelled words and the grammar and punctuation are noticeably worse than mine, it won't even be considered. :o)

Please, DO NOT send photos or files attached to your e-mails. They will be deleted!
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Comments & Opinions

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