Friday, June 6, 2003

Stupid Pick Up Lines

1. I wish you were a Pony Carousel outside Wal-Mart, so I could ride you all day long for a quarter.

2. I may not be Fred Flintstone, but I bet I can make your Bed Rock.

3. I may not be the best looking guy here, but I'm the only one talking to you.

4. I'd like to screw your brains out, but it appears that someone beat me to it.

5. Is that Windex? Because I can see myself in your pants. 

6. Wanna Play House?  You be the screen door and I'll slam you all night long.

7. Excuse me, do you have your phone number, I've seem to have lost mine.

8. I'm new in town, could I have directions to your house. 

9. If your left leg was Thanksgiving and your right leg Christmas, can I visit you between the Holidays?

10. I love every bone in your body - especially mine. 

11. You might not be the best looking girl here, but beauty is only a light switch away.

12. Hi, I'm a necrophiliac, how good are you at playing dead? 

13. The fact that I'm missing my teeth just means that there's more room for your tongue.

These may be stupid pick up lines, but, hey... try 'em... They may work for you. Especially #13. That is too funny. LOL!
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Thursday, June 5, 2003

UpDates & Reviews

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"China Dolls" is another of my favorite sites. Hello... it's all Asian!!! :o) The site is designed well and it's very easy to navigate. There are no hidden links, no consoles, no pop-ups and no entrapments of any kind. I hate those things so I don't incorporate them into my sites. "China Dolls" has over 300 photos of Asian Teens divided into 7 different galleries - which are updated monthly with fresh new pictures. "China Dolls" is a "CyberAge PLATINUM" AVS site. And again, that means that when you become a "CyberAge" member you get FREE access to over 300,000 adult sites, XXX movies, live chat, live sex shows and much, much more. It really is a good deal... so take the FREE tour and check it out for yourself - "Click here to take the FREE CyberAge tour." Or just click on the link and go straight to the "China Dolls" site.

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"Nude Latina Teens" Site design is ok. It's easy to navigate and there are no hidden links, no pop-ups and certainly there is none of that other annoying crap that you usually get when you go to an adult site. The site has tons of photos of Hot Latina Babes (18 & 19 year olds) spreading their creamy brown legs, showing pink and masturbating.

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"Prep School Sluts" Site design is good. Easy to navigate, etc., etc.. This site is filled with sweet & slutty Schoolgirls and Cheerleaders in uniform. There are Hidden Cam galleries (so you can spy on Schoolgirls while they change their clothes and do the stuff that Schoolgirls do), and there are also UpSkirt galleries (so you can finally get a good look under that sexy little Cheerleader uniform). Remember when you were in school and you soooo wanted to fuck, or at least date, the Cheerleaders and most of the time they wouldn't even look your way? Well now these Hot Teens are spreading their legs and showing you just what you always wanted to see.

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Wednesday, June 4, 2003

Wednesday Westerns

Hello and welcome to the 8th 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 -

    John Brioshe reined his black gelding in and sniffed the air inquisitively. Smoke! The soft spring breeze was blowing down off the mountains from the west. The smoke could be coming from the Sun River. It bent close in several places if he remembered right. This was Sioux country and it paid to remember right or die. At 27 John figured he was a mite young to die. He only hoped that the Indians agreed. The Sioux were just one of many tribes populating Montana. He would just as soon miss them all. He had no friends among the Indians.
    The problem was, he had run out of flour and bacon seven days before. His coffee ran out two days before and he missed that even more than the food. Now he was left with the need to hunt in an area where a gunshot could be heard by any number of passing Indians. Of course there was the distant and time consuming prospect of finding food elsewhere, nut, berries, or a porcupine. The porcupine was possibly the ugliest animal on the face of God's green Earth, but it was also the only animal which could be killed with a stick. 
    Smoke signified that somebody had food, possibly coffee. He needed to find out. John left his horse in the center of a cedar grove. The trees were so tight he had to break off limbs to get his horse inside. It would not be found by a passing man. Lefty, the name he had given his horse, because it had one left white forefoot, nibbled at a few cedar bows for a moment, then gave him a deadly glare. He knew he had to work things out with his horse later, after leaving him with nothing to forage on. But at the moment John was more interested in his own stomach.
    John paused within hearing distance of the river. The low roar of the river was comforting. How many rivers had he listened to, his only companion in the wide open wilderness? Hundreds? Possibly, but he never grew tired of them. The first sight of a river, with it's roaring white water, pools just begging to be fished, and sunlit waters... well things like that made life worth living. John dreamed of growing old and settling on the banks of a high mountain lake, or stream, and fishing his life away, if he lived that long.
    John moved closer to the source of the smoke. He stopped to listen again. He was wishful of hearing an ax, voices, or anything that would tell him if the camp was friend of foe. Only white men used an axe, generally. Only white men used a wagon and broadcast the fact with the telltale jingle of trace chains, the rub of leather, or the squeak of a doubletree. Indians were far more quiet. Children and dogs sometimes gave away their location, little else.
    With a groan of hunger, John detected the smell of cooking meat. Once again it was neutral. Either white or red men cooked meat. He detected no smell of baking bread or coffee, which were white man foods. Pausing in indecision, he decided to sneak forward and find out for sure, being aware that he could be sneaking up on a Sioux war party. He pushed the thong off his pistol, licked his dry nervous lips, and pushed some bushes aside.
    Indians! It was a family of Sioux, not a war party, but just as bad if he was caught. A Sioux warrior could be as temperamental as a mother bear protecting it's cubs. He counted two horses, a man and two women. It was a temporary camp. He saw no dogs, or children for that matter. The brave was young and proud. He sat watching as the women worked. One woman was nearing middle age, she looked what she was, a sturdy, dependable workhorse. She would plod along all day, stop and fix a man a meal, then fuck him until he couldn't stand any more, all without complaining.
    The youngest was a looker. She was absolutely ravishing. John had not seen a white woman in six years. It had been nine months since he had seen an Indian woman and that one had weighed close to 300 pounds. This girl was like a fawn, slender, quick, and beautiful. Now John was licking his lips. The reflex had nothing to do with food.
    The girl came to the fire and knelt while she sawed a chunk of meat off a roast, from where it cooked on a stick. The roast looked heavenly, but John's eyes were on the bare thigh showing where the deer skin dress rode up her legs. A slit up the side revealed her legs almost to her crotch. The light of the fire showed off her lightly tanned skin. It glistened.
    John moaned slightly and backed away. He wasn't afraid of being heard, the roar of the river covered all noise. Well not quite all. One Indian pony suddenly raised his head and whinnied. To John's horror, Lefty answered the call. John swore as he ran up the hill toward his
horse.
    John knew he was in trouble long before he reached the cedar grove. He heard the crash of a body in brush, then the thunder of hooves behind him. His hair stood on end as he turned and faced the young brave. Even as he looked the boy was leaning over the side of his horse with a bow in his hands. John drew and fired. The boy was jerked out of the saddle. He rolled several times then stopped, his open eyes glistening as they looked at the blue sky overhead.
    John felt bad. He didn't like to kill, even Indians. But the kid left him no choice.
    A bullet ricocheted off a rock, just inches from his face. John spun around and raised his pistol. To his horror he found himself facing the old workhorse. She reloaded the musket with the ease of much practice and raised it to her shoulder again. It was a long shot for a pistol, but John had no choice. His rifle was on Lefty. He aimed at the old woman, then raised the gun a mite. His first shot was way low. Shooting downhill was tricky, even at best. With a pistol at that range, any hit would be a miracle. He raised the pistol even more and shot again. The old woman flew backwards. The musket went off into the air. She kicked twice and lay still.
    "You stupid potlicker," John swore bitterly. Why did they make him do it? Wasn't life short enough as it was, without trying to end it
prematurely?
    Suddenly John remembered the other woman, the young girl. Was she still at the camp? John tried to catch the Indian pony, but it would have nothing to do with him. It ran off to the North. He turned and sprinted toward the cedar grove. He pulled Lefty lose and jerked him out of the grove, then ran him down the hill.
    John burst through the bushes to find the girl hunched down near the fire, with the knife in her hand. John rode lefty up to the girl and knocked her flying. The knife slid out of her hand, planed across the water, and sank. The girl turned, but John leaped onto her back, driving her into the sandy bank. She struggled, but John had the upper hand. He took a loop over her hands with a pegging string, then put another around her legs. He dragged her toward Lefty. She screamed and fought, to no avail. John took down his rope and looped it over her hands. He pulled her to the nearest tree, tossed the rope over the limb, and tied it off. She hung with her feet on the ground, but her hands straight up in the air.
    John pulled his knife and cut her feet lose. She immediately tired to kick him. He slugged her on the jaw. She hung limply for a moment, then groaned and stood. A fiery look entered her eyes. John knew she wanted to kill him.
    "I don't suppose you speak American?" he asked casually. "I didn't think so," he said as he approached the fire. He bent and cut a piece of meat from the roast and sat wolfing it down, while he looked her over. An eagle screamed far up the mountain. He turned and watched it's lazy progress across the sky. When he looked back he found her watching it too. He remembered that an eagle was sacred to most Indians. But on the other hand, most other things were too, including buffalo, deer, and owls.
    "You are one fine looking female," John said, before biting into the meat. He looked at her slender, nicely- tanned legs. They were exquisite. She must be real popular back in camp, he thought to himself. Of course Indians had a different idea of beauty. For some Indians the old workhorse would have been downright beautiful.
    With her arms raised he had an excellent view right up to mid-thigh. He planned on having more than that in a moment. But first things first. John laid down at the edge of the river and drank, then stood and approached the Indian beauty. The look in her eyes was almost deadly enough to kill. He moved close, slipped out his knife and cut along the seam of her dress, where sinew had was woven into the hide. The seam parted easily. He pulled the remains of her dress off, leaving her standing naked before him. His breath caught in his chest. His eyes widened at the sight of her slender, beautiful body. The unmistakable gleam of aloft pride filled her eyes, before she spat in his face.
    He calmly slapped her with all his might. Her head jerked savagely and she spun limply on the rope. He was afraid that he'd killed her. But eventually she straightened, looking at him with tears in her eyes.
    "No more of that," he cautioned. He lifted each small, perky breast, then ran his hands over them. She hissed, before clamping her mouth shut. Her nipples were tiny, but the areolas were large, taking up the entire end of each breast. He ran his hand down over her slender waist, then paused, looking at the black pelt of hair. It glistened in the fading sunlight like the feathers of a raven. He sank down more and stared at her naked pussy. The lips were large and protruding. He touched the puffy lips of her pussy, and she jerked violently. He looked up into her face. She was still angry and defiant, but the glare in her eyes seemed to have lessened. He forced her to turn. He sat staring at her shapely ass. He couldn't have imagined anything more beautiful, or more sexy. His hard throbbing cock immediately wanted to part those fleshy cheeks. He rubbed each cheek lovingly. He leaned closer and kissed her left ass cheek. She spun around, threw up her legs and placed them behind his head. Before he could move she clamped her legs shut and began twisting.
    Fighting for his life, John pulled at each leg, to no avail. She was trying to break his neck. He was so close to her pussy that he could smell it's wonderful aroma. It reminded him of smoked fish. John decided he did not want to die this way, although there were worse ways to die. He turned his face slightly and bit into the golden thigh on his right. She screamed and pulled away.
    John fell to the ground, gasping for breath. He rubbed his sore neck and looked at her accusingly. Her eyes were also filled with pain, and defiance. John wanted the little bitch more than ever, but he no longer trusted her. Tied hands made her no less dangerous. He felt bad, as blood ran down her leg, until he remembered what she tried to do to him.
    "Ok, bitch, you want to play that way, I'll play too," he said, standing and unbuttoning his pants. He dropped them around his ankles and stepped out of them. Her eyes widened as she looked at his hard cock. She quickly turned away and clamped her legs shut.
    John smiled as the shapely ass appeared before him. If she knew what he intended, she would not have been so quick to present it. It was exactly what he wanted. 
    John spit into his hand and rubbed it over the head of his cock. He slid up behind the woman and held her with a hand around her waist, while he rubbed his cock in the crack of her ass. Even as she struggled, he pressed his rock hard cock into her asshole. 
    She screamed when the head plunged up inside her. He stopped and waited for her ass to adjust. It was obvious that this was her first time, in this way. She was so tight that he felt she was cutting the circulation off in his cock. He remained that way, with his cock throbbing inside her ass, until he felt it loosening. With a little shove he forced his way inside more. She screamed again and struggled in his arms. He paid no attention. His cock wanted relief. He held her rounded hips in his trembling hands, while he slowly pumped in and out of her perfect little ass. He cried in delight. The sound was almost echoed by her. He didn't know if it was out of pain or pleasure. He didn't care.
    John now slid in and out of her ass methodically. She no longer struggled, but she did not seem to be enjoying it. He filled his hands with her small breasts. His fingers twirled her hard nipples. He would have like to kiss her, but he knew he would only get a face full of saliva. When he leaned close he found her hair smelled like woodsmoke.
    Pounding away rhythmically, he felt the fire in his loins boiling. He knew his first time wouldn't take long. He seldom masturbated and it had been a long time since his last sex. The shapely Indian maiden was the best fuck he'd ever had. Of course all previous experiences had been with whores.
    The girl began to chatter softly. John didn't understand the words, but he liked her voice. It was low and soothing. The liquid heat in his balls reached a crest and the whole world seemed to pause. John tightened his ass muscles and tried to wait, but there was no holding back. He exploded forcefully. He jerked and panted, with his face pressed into her black hair. His cock emptied it's contents into her hot ass. She rubbed her ass back against him and he suddenly realized that she had been enjoying it, although not as much as he. She hissed her displeasure as the spurts of cum stopped and he relaxed. Now, when she tried to grind her ass against him, it was painful on his sensitive member. He gasped and pulled out. He stumbled back and sat on his haunches, breathing hard and staring at her still perfect ass before him.
    She was certainly one hot little bitch. John eyed her for a moment, then went to the river and washed up. He returned to the fire, once again wishing that the Indians drank coffee. He sawed another chunk off the piece of meat and began chewing.
    "Ala shana," the girl said. She nodded toward her upraised hands. John smiled and shook his head.
    "Not a chance, sweetie. The first chance you get you would cut my throat. Nope, I plan on giving you a good fucking, then I'll leave. I might even cut you down before I do," he said, chewing thoughtfully.
    John took another drink, looked around, checking for unwanted visitors, then took down the rope holding the woman in the tree. She gasped in relief. He knew her shoulders must have been pulling out of the sockets, she had been in the tree for an hour.
    John pulled her over to a downed cottonwood. It lay about three feet off the ground, in one area. He rounded the tree and tied it off on a limb. The girl lay bent over the trunk of the tree, with her shapely ass presented for his hardening cock. He slid up against her and let his partially hardened cock rest against her pussy, while he cupped her small breasts in his hands. He mashed them gently. In moments his cock was hard and throbbing again.
    She hissed in excitement when he pressed his cock against her sweet pussy. She inched back, forcing his cock up inside her. The heat and wetness were heavenly. John closed his eyes and savored every inch of hot, throbbing cock as it filled her pussy. He had never felt anything so exciting.
    The Indian was also enjoying the unorthodoxed fuck. Her breath came out in a harsh gasp. She began working her pussy backwards against him, thrusting backwards in an obscene but sexy way. He held her hips in his hands and thrust forward to meet her. Her pussy was hot and wet. She had become very excited while he fucked her ass. She was very tight, gripping his cock like a strong hand. She worked her muscles on his
shaft.
    John paused occasionally with his cock pressed entirely inside the little woman, enjoying the heat on his sensitive member. Indian or not, she was a very exciting girl. He knew she would remain in his thoughts for a long time.
    She whispered something in her own language and turned to look over her shoulder. There was a look of entreaty in her eyes. He didn't understand the language, but he was sure she wanted to change positions, it was becoming painful for her.
    He stopped and rolled her over on her back. He knew it was a little painful for her, with the hard log resting against her shoulder blades, but it was only temporary. Taking a chance, with his cock still fully inserted and her legs spread like a frog, he took her tied hands slid them over his head. She supported her own weight this way. He gathered up each of her legs and held them tightly together, against his chest. With her beautiful legs captured in his grasp, he now began pounding away in her open pussy. It was beautiful, just plain beautiful. Her pussy was slightly squeezed between her closed, upturned legs and looked sexy as hell. His glistening cock slid easily in and out, but her pussy was even tighter, in this constrained position. He could tell by the passion in her eyes that she was enjoying it too. She whispered to him, licking her sweet red lips and speaking almost constantly in her incomprehensible language. She seemed to be whispering encouragement, possibly promises, or encouragement. There was no longer any hostility in her face or her attitude. If there had been it was remotely possible that she could have killed him, with her hands tied behind his head. She seemed only interested in pleasure.
    She looked at him with her passion clouded eyes and he knew she would enjoy her impending orgasm immensely, then she would kill him without a second thought.
    John stopped, took her arms from around his neck, and he flipped her over on the long once more. He then plunged up into her quivering pussy with long, hard thrusts of his hard cock. She cried out as his vengeful attack on her upturned pussy, but she held it in place, seeking her own relief. His balls were swinging up into her puss, slapping against her clit. She felt fire clear up to her scalp, at this brutal form of lovemaking. A small part of her identified with the brutality of the moment. A part of her craved this violence, mixed with the most pleasure that a woman could feel. The hot fleshy rode sliding up inside her, touched her where she needed to be touched, with just the right amount of force.
    Her pussy lips were being assaulted by his pelvis, being smashed out of shape by the violence of his thrusts. It was blissfully stimulating. She felt the beginning of an orgasm. Although she wanted to remain silent, her body betrayed her. She, a woman who would show no pain, make no noise during childbirth nine months from now, began moaning louder and louder in the throes of passion.
    The white man yelled behind her. Her thrust into her a few more times, then yelled again. He stiffened and grabbed her hips violently. He jerked behind her, making low moaning noises. She could feel his hot cum shooting up into her womb. She ground her pussy against him, trying to bring on her own orgasm. He stopped just a moment too soon. She cried out as he stepped away. With her hands still tied to the tree, she tried to look behind herself from beneath her left arm. She said something, a look of pleading in her eyes.
    John knew the problem, knew why she was whining. A perverted streak in him considered leaving her tied like that, naked and unfulfilled. Another part could not do it after she had given him so much pleasure. He stepped up to her and pressed his hip against her pussy. She gasped in understanding. She began pushing back against his hip, quickly stimulating her pussy flesh again. The ache and burning inside her soon rekindled into a blazing orgasm. She grunted ever-louder until the orgasm exploded in her loins. She hunched against him, panting like an animal. She shook as she laid on the log. A little whine came from her lips, then she collapsed limply over the log.
    John stepped down to the river and washed up real fast. He had spent too much time in an Indian camp for his health. There was no telling who might drop by. He dressed quickly, stepped up on Lefty, and rode over to the downed tree with the naked woman tied across it. He looked into her young face thoughtfully, for a moment. There was no begging, no fear or anger in those eyes. She simply looked at him, blinking and panting softly.
    He drew his knife, leaned down and cut the rope from the limb. Saluting her casually, he turned Lefty and rode back across the river. He never looked back.

I am starting to sound like a broken record, but... Ya know, I am getting so sick of these rape stories where the women start enjoying the rape. Yeah I know that this is some sort of sick fantasy for some men, but it's fucking wrong!

Like last week's story, this one started off strong and I had hopes for it. I thought for sure that our hero, John Brioshe, was deffo gonna be a good guy. I mean, he felt bad about having to defend himself and kill the two Indians, so, to me, it seemed like he was ok. I still had hope for the story when he entered the camp and I was thinking that maybe the young Indian Maiden might have been a captive of the other Indians and our hero was going to be her rescuer. Then for his kind deed she would fuck his brains out, they would ride off together, fall in love and live happily ever after. For me, that would have worked much better than another stupid degrading rape fantasy.

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, June 3, 2003

Top 10 Rejections

THE TOP TEN FEMALE REJECTIONS (and what they mean).

10. I think of you as a brother (You remind me of that inbred banjo-playing geek in "Deliverance").

9. There's a slight difference in our ages (I don't want to do my dad. Get a life you old jerk).

8. I'm not attracted to you in "that" way (You are the ugliest dork I've ever laid eyes on).

 7. My life is too complicated right now (I don't want you spending the whole night or you may hear phone calls from all the other guys I’m seeing).

6. I've got a boyfriend (I prefer my male cat and a half-gallon of Ben & Jerry’s).

5. I don't date men from where I work (I wouldn't date you if you were in the same solar system, much less the same building).

4. It's not you, it's me (It's you).

3. I'm concentrating on my career (Even something as boring and unfulfilling as my job is better than dating you).

2. I'm celibate (I've sworn off seeing men like you).

And the number one rejection line given by women...

1. Let's be friends (I want you to stay around so I can tell you in excruciating detail about all the other men I meet and have sex with).

 AND THE TOP TEN MALE REJECTIONS (and what they mean).

10. I think of you as a sister (You're ugly).
9. There's a slight difference in our ages (You're ugly).
8. I'm not attracted to you in 'that' way (You're ugly).
7. My life is too complicated right now (You're ugly).
6. I've got a girlfriend (You're ugly).
5. I don't date women from where I work (You're ugly).
4. It's not you, it's me. (You're ugly).
3. I'm concentrating on my career (You're ugly).
2. I'm celibate (You're ugly).

And the number one rejection line given by men...

1. Let's be friends (You're really ugly).
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Monday, June 2, 2003

Monday Toons

Sunday, June 1, 2003

Blogger Babes - Amy and Lien

Amy is a 19 year old, 5'3, 115 lb, Asian babe with really nice, big "Real" tits with nicely shaped pinkish-brown nipples. She has a great hour-glass figure with curves in all the right places, a nice round ass, a beautiful smile, pretty eyes, great lips, gorgeous, shoulder-length, straight black hair, a tattoo on her lower back, a shaved pussy with a few days growth of silky-smooth Asian pubic hair and a great cum-fuck-me-from-behind arch that goes with her very innocent but playful cum-fuck-me look.

Lien is a very quiet and shy 20 year old Asian cutie. She is 5'4, weighs 120 lbs, has small but nice breasts and also has a very natural and silky-smooth hairy bush between her legs.

Check out this week's "Blogger Babes Pic."

For the full story, check out last week's "Blogger Babe." Just in case you are too lazy, here is a quick recap - The photo shoot was actually just for Amy, but she brought her friend Lien to watch. We did five different set-ups with Amy in about five hours; including lingerie, masturbation and a uniform fetish scene. The fifth set up we were going to do was this food fetish thingy where Amy would  make herself into a hot fudge sundae. Just as we were preparing to shoot, I looked over at Lien (who had been very quiet) and jokingly asked her if she would like to be in the scene. To my surprise, she gave me a big smile and said "Sure, that'd be fun!" So, we shot them together as they made each other into sundaes and then licked all the gooey ingredients from each other's bodies. Finally, taking full advantage of having two hot Asian girls together, we shot them as they washed each other in a hot and steamy shower.

After the shoot, I never talked with Lien again. I tried calling her a few times to see if she wanted to do another shoot, but never did get a hold of her. I did converse with Amy for a while and even had her over for dinner one night. But after that we just kinda lost touch with each other. 

If you want to see more of Amy & Lien, check out "Cheerleaders & Teens in Uniform," "Teen Shower Cam," "REAL" Amateur Women & Teens," "Sweet Asian Teens," "China Dolls," "Mega-Voyeur," "Victory Girls!," "Asian Treasures" "Authentic Asian Lesbians," "Authentic Asian Amateur," "Sex Safari," "Asian Peep Show," "Teen Pajama Party," "Asian Teens in Lingerie," "Vittoria's Lingerie," "Nude Amateur Women" and of course - "Kissing Pussy" and "Guns and Tits."
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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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