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Wednesday, June 11, 2003

Wednesday Westerns

Hello and welcome to the 9th 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 -

    Madge Cargon sat looking down at her dead husband. The grief in her heart barely showed in her bloodshot eyes. As if in a trance she looked up at the black-clad gambler, who thrust the gun back into his holster and turned away with a satisfied smile. Madge had at first thought him handsome and dashing, in his flat black hat with the silver buckle, black coat, black pants and tall black military boots. He made a dashing figure at first glance. But the evil in his face showed when he pulled the trigger and killed her husband. Latent, pleased, evil which was quickly covered up when he observed her watching him. He shrugged and turned away, as if in apology. But Madge knew better.
    She looked down at Elmer again and saw that the gun was still in the holster. She had to admit, he'd had his chance. But Elmer was no gunfighter and the gambler obviously was. Their rush for gold had ended just like that, and they hadn't even reached Stampede Pass yet.
    "Ma'am, what do you want me to do?" an old man on the wagon asked. It was her wagon, and he was her driver.
    "Get your stuff, all the supplies you need and go your own way, Archie. I would pay you if I had the money. Take your pay out of goods."
    "Are you sure, ma'am? You could still make it to the gold fields."
    "The gold fields were his dream, not mine. I will settle here, next to the trail North. Unhitch the team, Archie."
    "Yes ma'am."
    "Elmer, a man who was always trying to get rich quickly, had stopped to play in a friendly game started by the gambler on a plank laid across two rocks. There were three players all together, Elmer, the gambler, and another man who grabbed his cash off the plank and ran, after Elmer was shot. The plank was still there. It was about six feet long, a foot wide and very rough, possibly hand-hewn. She now owned two wagons, one full of drygoods and one filled with whiskey, and a few smaller kegs of shine. Elmer had showed her how to make the powerful moonshine into whiskey, using a lot of water, tobacco for coloring, and a few quarts of the powerful alcohol. No sense in letting it go to waste.
    Elmer had intended on selling off the goods before they started up the pass. He said the could make more money than at the goldfields. Besides, he could sell the horses and wagons to somebody to haul supplies in off the mud flats. She had no doubt that the talk of goldfields was just that, talk. Archie had never intended to go farther than this. He would make a big bundle here, sell off the team and return to Seattle. Not any more. Archie would stay, all right, and so would Madge.
    "Archie!"
    "Yes ma'am?"
    "Can you tend bar?"
    "You mean fancy mixed drinks like back East, or filling glasses and taking money."
    "The latter."
    "Sure, I can do that."
    "Let's put the wagons together and set up camp. Use that plank for a bar. Elmer earned it."
    Madge leaned down and removed the change from Elmer's pockets. She would need it to make change at the bar. She then unbuckled his gunbelt and belted it around her own waist. If felt funny until she removed a few petticoats. Then it fit just fine. She drew the gun and aimed it carefully, before putting it back into the holster. She tried to remember what Elmer had taught her about the gun. It was little, because he had known little. Mostly how to load and aim it like pointing a finger. The weight of the large pistol loaded down her arm as she drew again, more quickly. She slid it back into the holster and settled the gun on her hip. Archie was setting up the bar on the plank, laid on the tailgates of the two wagons. He had customers long before he was ready. He had paid two men to bury Elmer. Madge and Elmer had been newlyweds. It was a marriage of convenience. Elmer wanted her to go to the gold fields with him to keep him warm during the winter. She was willing, but her father insisted that they get married first. They did, just one month before. There was no love lost, because there was no love. But she did regret his death. He had been a good man.
    "We have no glasses," Archie whispered.
    "They all have tin coffee cups. Make them provide their own. Dip them to the top and collect a quarter."
    "A quarter?" he gasped in surprise.
    "A quarter," she nodded. She knew it was high, but they would pay it. After all, it had been a month since most of these men had drunk a glass of whiskey. They would probably pay more, if she asked. She climbed into the back of the drygoods wagon and surveyed what she had. The bacon and flour would go fast. Some things like the dried apples and peaches would bring a phenomenal price. Some she and Archie would need, until they returned to Seattle.
    The days passed and her store in the wilderness became famous. Men knew about her bar up and down the trail. The Canadian authorities left her alone. They knew that some men had snuck into the country without bringing their required supplies. If the men could purchase them at Madge's store, they wouldn't be a burden on somebody else. It worked well for them and helped keep the peace. After the first week Madge was rich. She didn't care, really, she only wanted to get rid of her burden before returning to civilization.
    Then one day something happened that changed her life forever. She was dragging the last of her drygoods to the back of her wagon, getting them ready for sale. Her ass protruded from the back of the wagon and somebody whistled.
    "I'd pay a lot for a piece of that ass," he whispered to a buddy. Madge erupted into anger. She grabbed her pistol and turned to face the man. As she did so, his words penetrated her mind. She could get a high price for something that did not need to be replaced. The whiskey was half gone, the drygoods getting low, but her pussy would last for a good long time. It would cost her nothing, except maybe her pride. Most men had spare money on them for the necessaries in the Klondike.
    "How much?" she asked, letting the pistol slide back into the holster.
    "Uh... well at least five dollars," he said nervously.
    "Make it ten and I'll pretend I like it," she smiled down at the men gathered around the wagons.
    "Ten!" men yelled in the crowd. Several held up gold pieces and waved them desperately. 
    "Twenty!" another man yelled.
    "One hundred if I can go first," a man roared from the back. Madge pointed at him and motioned him forward. He trust his gold pieces at Madge. She reached over and handed them to Archie.
    Giggling nervously he crawled into the wagon. Men stood around murmuring and shifting from foot to foot. The good claims were being taken, even as they waited. But a good piece of pussy was hard to pass up. It could be years before they got another chance. Madge was a good looking woman with a slender figure. They all knew she was no whore, at least not yet.
    "Oh my," the man said, pushing Madge back on a box of lanterns. She settled herself on the crate and reached down, pulling her pantaloons from beneath her dress. He watched in amazement, then began tearing off his pants. In a moment he was down to his long johns. He fished out his throbbing cock and began digging beneath her dress. He finally found her pussy, well hidden beneath several layers of cloth.
    "This isn't easy," he complained. Madge thought for a moment then turned and laid on her stomach, with her ass presented to the man. He quickly threw the masses of cloth up on her back and bared her ass. He hissed in pleasure, spit in his hand, and rubbed it over the end of his cock. With slow, nervous movements, he thrust his cock into her pussy. It hurt at first, but she endured the pain in the name of money. It was good, easy money which cost her nothing. As he began thrusting up inside her pussy, she chanted to herself.
    "One hundred dollars, one hundred dollars, one hundred..."
    He grunted and jerked behind her within three minutes. She felt his cum filling her pussy, which had just began to tingle from his attack. In intense disappointment, she felt him pull out. She felt empty and cold, at the loss of the hot cock inside her. She rolled over and looked at the man, now looking down at his own cock.
    "Hot damned, you were a virgin," he accused.
    "Not any more. Why, does it make any difference?"
    "I suppose not," he said, a smile returning to his face. "I had me a virgin," he mumbled as he pulled his pants into place. He pulled on his suspenders and looked outside.
    "She's a virgin," he told the crowd in amazement. The murmured roar from the men grew in intensity. As the man leaped down from the wagon, several more pushed toward the back of the wagon.
    "I've got my hundred," a man yelled. Madge was going to tell him that it wasn't a hundred dollars, then thought better of it. Come on in," she motioned for him to enter.
    "Miss! Miss," a female voice yelled. She looked out into the crowd to see the woman. Women were rare on the trail, perhaps one in a thousand people were women. Madge was glad to see a kindred spirit.
    "Hi," she yelled.
    "Can I work for you?"
    "Doing what?" Madge asked in surprise.
    "Doing what you are doing," she nodded toward the wagon.
    "Oh," Madge said. She looked at the second wagon and nodded toward it. "I get 20 out of every hundred," she called. The black haired woman was not exactly pretty, but she was slender and clean.
    "Done," the woman yelled. She jumped up on the back of the wagon and dropped her coat. In a moment she stood in a miner's shirt and a pair of homespun pants. She dropped her suspenders and unbuttoned her shirt, until her small firm breasts were showing. She pulled the shirt open and turned to face the men.
    "Me, me," the crowd roared, holding up money. The girl pointed at the first man and went inside.
    "The last customer of the day, was the first to give Madge an orgasm. He was a young miner with a scruffy beard and no mustache to speak of. He was eager and inexperienced, but for the first time that day, he took his time and concentrated on pleasing her. He was the first to see her breasts, because he took the time to open her shirt and admire them.
    "A woman can be so beautiful," he whispered, touching her firm breasts in wonder.
    "I'm afraid I don't feel very beautiful, after servicing a dozen men.
    "Doesn't that bother you?"
    "It all washes off, and I'm brand new tomorrow. Water and a rag, a little douche from water in a whiskey bottle, and nothing has changed."
    "Yes," he admitted, rubbing his hand over her firm stomach. "This is my first time," he admitted in embarrassment.
    "My first time was this morning."
    "Really?" he gulped, suddenly feeling more at ease. "I want it to be special," he said, kissing her stomach.
    "Then give me an orgasm," she said, holding his face between her hands. "I've never felt one."
    He nodded wordlessly. His mouth went to her right breast and began to suck gently. His hand snuck down between her legs and his middle finger tickled the area between her inner thigh and her pussy. She immediately felt fire shoot throughout her body. She stiffened and gasped. Her hand went to the back of his head. She would hold it in place until he had satisfied her craving for attention there, then she would allow him to move on.
    It was several minutes before she gently guided his mouth to her other breast. He smiled up at her and sucked tenderly. He began twisting her other nipple between his thumb and finger. This caused unbelievable fire to shoot down to her pussy and ass. She hissed and rose up off the bed of the wagon.
    "Did I hurt you?"
    "God no," she gasped. "It felt wonderful. Be more rough now," she urged as she began pulling off his clothes. She wanted to feel his naked flesh against her own. 
    "If I hurt you, let me know Missus..."
    "Cargon," she supplied as she ripped the clothes from his body, "but call me Madge. And don't worry about hurting me, if you do I will shoot you," she laughed.
    His eyes widened until he saw the laughter in her face.
    "Rub your finger inside of me while you kiss my mouth and neck," she urged, finally feeling his warm, soft flesh against her own. He started to put his finger inside her pussy, then hesitated.
    "It's clean," she assured him. "A little water and whiskey will clean anything. You will find nothing left there by the last man. Go ahead."
    With no further reservations, he slid a finger between her swollen lips and began massaging her. She grabbed his hand and guided his finger up until it touched her clit. She cried out in his mouth as he kissed her. For the first time that day she truly felt like a lover, not a whore. She felt like a woman being pleasured, not a thing beside the road, doing a job similar to an outhouse. His kisses were like fire, his finger felt huge inside her. She squirmed and closed her legs around his hand. His mouth broke from hers and moved on to her ear. She gave a little squeal as his tongue sought out and found the delicate flesh of her right ear. She held his head firmly and shuddered under his ministrations.
    "Enter me now," she said, pushing him away. He quickly rolled between her open legs and moved forward. He guided his throbbing cock into the warm, inviting space between her legs. She cried out, loud enough for the crowd to hear her. Chuckles and a few cheers met this response. She smiled at the man as he again kissed her. He began pumping in and out of her quivering hot pussy. It was pure rapture for the both of them. For a moment Madge was transported back to Georgia, where she had always dreamed of making love to a knight of the realm, in her very own mansion. The rough board wagons, with their white canvas tops seemed to melt away. The milling and passing men with great loads on their back shimmered and disappeared in her mind. The roaring river behind the wagons stilled into gently blowing weeping willow trees. The trampled mud which coated everything, turned in to lush, green grass.
    "Oh, this is so good," she said to her knight.
    He huffed and continued kissing and screwing. The wet slap of flesh was almost drowned out by the voices outside. Somebody yelled, amid much laughter. He was either at the other wagon, or the bar. Time passed in a pleasant, endless manner. With her naked legs widespread, Madge hummed in happiness, occasionally capturing her man's lips with her own and kissing him urgently.
    Suddenly his cries of agonized delight grew louder and more urgent. Madge knew that despite his amazingly considerate attention, she was still a few minutes off... unless she took matters into her own hands. Madge reached down beneath his body and touched her clit with her own finger. As he pumped into her gently, Madge circulated her finger against he clit. The fire of this additional stimulation was immediate. Feeling a tingle clear down to her toes, and up to her neck, she stiffened and closed her eyes, rubbing herself furiously. His moans grew even louder. She would have been embarrassed under other circumstances, but for her it was good advertising. They finally came together. Madge held on to him with both hands and screamed in wild abandon, adding her voice to his. It was loud and violent, her first real, and most memorable orgasm. It seemed to go on forever, but it also seemed to be over in a flash. Time had stood still, as it should have. But she would have made that time last forever, if she had the choice. They lay in each other's arms for a moment.
    "I'm closed for the day, Archie," she yelled, then smiled up at her man. She didn't know his name, and he would be gone in the morning, but for that night he would be her man. She didn't even want to know his name.

    Sawmills sprang up at the landing. At Cargon city Madge built first one building, then another. Other businesses sprang up almost over night. Disillusioned miners provided most of the drygoods needed for the store, imported grain alcohol provided the whiskey, and Madge and her five girls provided the entertainment. They worked out of the saloon most of the time. By the end of the second year Madge retired to Georgia, where she bought the mansion of her dreams. She never saw "her man" after he left that morning. She'd heard that the gambler had been shot. Good, that meant that she would not have to hire somebody to do the job. 
    Archie took over the saloon and died in a gunfight just as the rush was dying out. He had been an innocent bystander. The two men fighting walked away. His grave can still be found outside of Cargon City.

Now that was a good little western story. It was quick, it was well written, the story worked and I liked the main characters - Madge and Archie. The other characters seemed real and the sex scenes were pretty good. I really liked the fact that the woman was strong, overcame her hardships, knew what she wanted and was successful at it.

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 10, 2003

Male or Female

If you're like most people, common everyday items look inert to you. But what you may not know is that many of them have a gender. 

For example: 

1. Ziploc Bags - Male, because they hold everything in but you can see right through them. 

2. Copier - Female, because once turned off, it takes a while to warm up. It's an effective reproductive device if the right buttons are pushed, but can wreak havoc if the wrong buttons are pushed. 

3. Tire - Male, because it goes bald and often it's over inflated. 

4. Hot Air Balloon - Male, because to get it to go anywhere you have to light a fire under it . . . and, of course, there's the hot air part. 

5. Sponges - Female, because they're soft and squeezable and retain water. 

6. Web Page - Female, because it's always getting hit on. 

7. Subway - Male, because it uses the same old lines to pick people up. 

8. Hourglass - Female, because over time, the weight shifts to the bottom. 

9. Hammer - Male, because it hasn't evolved much over the last 5,000 years, but it's handy to have around. 

10. Remote Control - Female . . . Ha! You thought it'd be male. But consider -- it gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without it, and while he doesn't always know the right buttons to push, he keeps trying.
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Monday, June 9, 2003

Monday Toons

Sunday, June 8, 2003

Blogger Babe - Carolyn

Carolyn is a 24 year old, 5'8, 125 lb Asian Hottie. She has nice, firm & natural, tiny tits, long (wrap-around-me) legs, a completely shaved pussy, pretty eyes, a sweet (but very enticing) smile and really great, long black hair (see this week's Blogger Babe Pic).

I met Carolyn through and agent. I told him I was looking for Asian Girls to photograph and he sent her over. First thing I noticed about her was that she drove up in a hot little (black) Porsche Boxter - wow! Second thing I noticed, as she stepped out of her sports car in a tight little mini-skirt and high heels, was that she was Tall (with a capital "T"). Actually she's only 5'8, but dang, she's one of those models that just looks so much taller. In my mind, I could swear that she was at least 6' tall. Well, she was wearing heels - duh! Third thing I noticed about her was that she had great, long black hair. I'm really into long hair - especially on Asian Girls. The fourth thing I noticed about her was that she was really sweet and nice. The fifth thing I noticed was that we'd been talking for about 3 hours. Dang, The time just flew by, seemed like only a half hour or so. I hired her and with-in a week we were shooting.

She showed up for the shoot on-time and the it went really well. We had fun, we laughed, we flirted and we got a lot of work done. In about four hours, we did six different set-ups including: voyeur, band leader, business lady, lingerie, a scene with her car and we even drove to the beach and shot a few rolls of her in (and out of) a bikini.

After the shoot, we stayed in touch for a while, got together a few times, and just shared some nice conversation, dinners and board games with each other. Yup, yup, we played the Barbie board game a few times - it was a lot of fun. Actually it would have been more fun with more than two people, but it was still pretty kewl to play. Total chick game. I think that I ended up with the nice gown, dating Ken and being Queen of the Prom more than she did. - LOL! I dunno, I had the feeling that things might have gone further between us, but I don't think she liked a guy (me) beating her so badly at the Barbie game. Plus she had a rich sugar-daddy (thus the Porsche). And I really don't think that she wanted to give him up for a poor photographer. Anyway, we talked about doing another shoot together, but never did. Then, after a while, like most models, we just lost touch.

If you want to see more of Carolyn, check out "Mega-Voyeur," "China Dolls," "Authentic Asian Voyeur," "Prep School Sluts," "Cheerleaders & Teens in Uniform," "REAL" Amateur Women & Teens," "Itty Bitty Tittys," and "Victory Girls - Nude Women of the World."
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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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