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October 13, 2002 - October 19, 2002
Saturday, October 19, 2002 Hello and welcome to the fourth installation of "Saturday Stories." If you're not interested in Adult Erotica, please skip the story and scroll down to the rest of this week's blogger posts. Today's story is an Erotic Western, taken from the "Sex Tales of the Old West" and is entitled - "A Hand For The Little Lady"Marcus crossed a vast meadow, or possibly an old abandoned field. The west was full of such. It was not uncommon to come across a quaint little orchard so old that no trace of buildings still stood near it. Fields would last for 20 years of more before the trees regrew in them. Blackberries and roses were usually the first to claim a field such as this. Marcus' suspicions were proved as he passed through a broken down rock fence. From there one the maples and beachwoods made a park-like area where there was little grass or bushes. He could see the glint of water down below. The roar of the river blended with the wind rushing through the tops of the trees. A blue jay scolded him, flying in front and above him and scolding him with it's terrible screams of outrage. A crow called from far away, as if inquiring what all the fuss was about. Marcus kept his eyes open. Though it was nearly the start of a new century, the west in the year of 1899 was still a rough place. Dirty, low-down Indians had been replaced by dirty, low-down white men. The trains filled the west with thieves and scoundrels, where once honest men had tread. There used to be an old saying, that "God made man, but Samuel Colt made men equal." They should have added that Samuel Colt made all men equal, and honest. But then the problem could be attributed to overcrowding. The ease of transportation had filled the west to the breaking point. In the past week he had seen three farms and a ranch. Marcus stopped, just inside the trees, to survey the river before he stepped into sight. It always paid to be careful. He was about to urge Ruckus forward when he saw movement in a secluded bunch of cottonwoods. He squinted and moved to his left until he saw a blonde woman looking around spuriously, while mixing something in her lap. It took a moment to figure out what she was mixing. Herself. "Holy shit," Marcus gasped, his eyes bugging out. He was too far away to see much. He didn't have a telescope or he would have had one hell of a show. As it was he figured he could move a little closer without being seen. Desperate for a better view, Marcus turned his horse upstream, away from the woman below. He hurried Ruckus until he found a shallow ford, then forced the piebald across. It took only a moment to hurry back to the grove, on the opposite side of the river. He was about to quit in disappointment, believing he had missed her, when he saw the top of her head spring up as she looked around. In a moment she centered her attention to what she was doing in her lap. Marcus tied off Ruckus to a dead branch. With stealthy steps he moved forward, using the sound of the wind and the river to cover his movements. In a moment he stood not 20 feet from her, but at her back. He could see nothing. Perturbed, he decided to reveal his presence and make the most of it. "That's a hell of a waste, ma'am," he said gently. She gasped and sprang to her feet, spinning around to face him. "Who are you?" "Just a stranger passing through. I saw you sitting there and came to see if you needed help. Do you?" he asked slyly. "Wh... what's that mean," she demanded guiltily. "Well, I could do that for you, and a damned sight better, I recon." "Do what?" she threw her chin up. "Churn that butter," he said with a twinkle in his eyes. She smiled for a moment, then stiffened her face. "I was rubbing my stomach," she said defiantly. "Yes ma'am, I know you were. And I could help." "You asshole, I'm so horny I could die," she stamped her foot. "In another minute I would have been done." "Let me help, a mouth is better than a finger anyhow." "You do cunnilingus?" she gasped in wonder. "It's one of my favorite languages," he smiled. "Can I come over there?" he asked wistfully. "Yeah... yes," she nodded, motioning for him to come closer. "Can I bring my horse if he promises not to watch?" he asked with a little laugh. "Yes, bring your damned horse. If you don't pan out maybe I can make a deal with him." "Oh shit," he gasped in surprise. "I was just kidding," she growled. "Oh good, my horse has a weak heart. I don't think he could take a proposition like that." "Would you shut the hell up and get over here, before I die?" "I'm on my way," he said, pulling Ruckus along behind him. The closer he got to the woman, the more he liked what he saw. It was pure luck that he had come across her at her most vulnerable moment. Otherwise a woman like her would have nothing to do with him. "Say, you don't have a pappy or a husband about, do you?" he asked, searching the nearby woods. "My daddy's in Cuba. He followed his mules into the Spanish war. He said if they get shot, he'll die with them. He's stubborn enough too." With Ruckus tied off to a tree, Marcus approached the beautiful woman. She was obviously in a state of anxiety. She swished her floured dress like a deer swishing it's tail before flight. Her legs were widespread. The log was worn smooth with much use. By her? "Well," she demanded. "I'm a might nervous, now that I'm close up. You're a good looking filly." "Thanks. Now service me, you son-of-a-bitch," she said, pulling up her dress. Marcus gasped at the gleam of satiny smooth legs and thighs which had never seen the sunshine. Only her pussy itself was still covered with the hem of the dress. He sank to his knees between her legs, looked at her hesitantly, then with a gasp he reached down and pulled up the hem of the dress. There it was in all it's naked glory. The most beautiful pussy he had seen anywhere. The pelt of hair was light brown and small. Good, he didn't like hairy women. Some had hair on their thighs and ass. She didn't. Her pussy was slender and delicate. Her pelt of hair well groomed and dainty. He leaned forward and petted the hair up away from her pussy. Her lips glistened with moisture from her previous excitement. Her pussy was sweet and inviting. It was too bad that he had lied. He had never performed cunnilingus in his life. But he had fantasized about it many times. Marcus licked his lips and leaned down. He was as startled as she was at the first contact with her pussy. The skin on his lips was hot and soft. The moisture was not exactly tasty, but he could handle it. It was a lot like kissing a raw fish. He pried her pussy open with his fingers and looked inside. He could see a mess of twisted skin, and a wet hole at the bottom. He stuck his tongue inside the hole experimentally. She moaned a little, but nothing more. Marcus had watched a bull licking a cow many times, it was a common sight on the range. Did the bull know what he was doing? Marcus sure didn't. He pressed his lips against her pussy and extended his tongue. With great care he dragged his tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top. That got a reaction from her. Marcus tried again, this time holding his mouth still and moving only his tongue. Yes, that was it. The woman was going crazy on his tongue now. She was leaning down over his head and holding his face in place. Her legs were wide open and shaking. She moaned the loudest when his tongue struck the knot of skin. He took this as an omen. He extended his tongue and worried the stiff bundle of skin. He felt something hard inside that felt suspiciously like a small cock. Experimentally, he batted at the small cock with his tongue. Yes, that was it. She was twisting and humping as he licked her there. In no time at all her squeals of excitement were echoing around the woods. He was glad that the sound of the river partially covered her screams. Still, they might be overheard. Licking diligently, Marcus looked up at the woman's chest. It had been a long while since he had seen a good set of breasts. In fact he could never remember seeing breasts, outside of pictures passed around over the campfire. Here was a living set of breasts bouncing around over his head, just waiting to be examined. Sucking the stiff little cock into his mouth, he busied his hands by unbuttoning the wooden buttons from the top of her dress. He encountered his first obstacle. A lacy little cotton undershirt with no buttons. "I want to see your breast," he begged, temporarily taking his mouth out of her pussy. She gasped in anxiousness and reached down, yanking the undershirt over her head. While licking absently, Marcus' hands went to her magical breasts. They were the most wonderful things he had ever felt. They were amazingly soft and firm. The nipples were pink and hard. He could just imagine a baby sucking on one of them. Or maybe himself? "Lick me!" she commanded. "I am," he complained. "Bullshit. Put your mouth against my pussy, suck hard, and work your tongue inside it." Marcus tried to comply. Even then she humped her pussy against his mouth and slid it up and down to make up for his deficiency. He used his thumbs to spread the pussy lips. He pulled his mouth off to take a good look inside. Puckering his lips, he engulfed the tiny tent of flesh and sucked it into his lips. She hissed and raised her ass, pressing her pussy firmly against his mouth. "That's it, suck it while you strum it with your tongue," she hissed. He did so and watched her wither and twist. He enjoyed seeing the effect that his ministrations had on her. Her face twisted and contoured until it was old and butt ugly, but he was not about to tell her that. He noticed that she was panting and cursing under her breath. In fact she seemed to be getting louder and faster. Since he had never dealt with anybody but whores before this, it was something new and frightening for him. Whores never moaned. In fact they usually smoked a cigarette while being fucked. This woman was going crazy. He liked that. "Damn it, I'm cumming," she gasped, vibrating on his mouth. He didn't know if he should feel guilty or not. Her ass was going to be rubbed raw on the log, if she kept that up. Suddenly she threw her legs around his neck and squealed. He grabbed her legs, trying to pry them apart, but she was too strong for him. She humped her pussy against his mouth, with his head firmly trapped between her soft legs. He knew he would die, but what a way to go. He couldn't wait until his friends found out. What the hell was he talking about, his only friend was Ruckus, who was undoubtedly watching in disdain. Lapping like crazy, Marcus watched her face as she moaned and twisted. Her soft thighs felt good against his ears. Her pubic hair tickled his nose. Her wetness was coating his face with a fragrant liquid. He didn't know if he liked that or not, it was going up his nose. Finally she hissed and opened her legs. She pushed him away from her sensitive pussy and sat panting and looking down at him. "You lied," she said. "Most likely. I lie to Ruckus all the time." "What's a Ruckus?" "My horse." "What's your name?" she asked as she dropped her dress over her bare legs. "Marcus." "Glad to meet you, I'm Myrtle." "Howdy." "You been around much?" "Huh?" "Daddy used to speak of the wonders of the world, a canyon that's so deep you can spit in it and it takes a full day to hit the bottom, people flying in balloons, and such like that." "Your daddy was right, but there's so much more. There are these pyramids across the sea that are stones stacked on top of each other. You can seen them from a day's ride away, just like mountains. I saw things in Chicago that made my head spin, they had this thing called a ferris wheel. You set in a seat and it spins around until you find yourself on top of it. You can see for a hundred miles from the top. I read about this thing called a rolly coaster that's like a train that goes up in the air and back down... Well it could scare the bejeasus out of you," he finished, seeing the wonder in her eyes. "What else?" she asked breathlessly. "New York also has the biggest buildings in the world, and electric lights," he said breathlessly. "It lights the streets as bright as day all night long." "Wow," she gasped. "Lot's of other places are getting them too. Some homes are lighted by these electric lights now. And have you ever heard of a horseless carriage." "No," she shook her head, her blonde hair flying around her beautiful face. "It drives all by itself. Kind of like a steam car, but no steam. It starts right up and drives off. Chicago is full of them." "Show me," she said excitedly. "What?" "Take me to Chicago. Show me." "I... it would..." he stopped, at a loss for words. "What about your daddy?" "He's probably dead by now. Anyway, I'll leave him a letter." "I don't know," he said uncertainly. "You want a blow?" she asked coyly. "Huh?" "You want me to give you cunnilingus?" "Oh hell yes," he said, suddenly excited. He tried to imagine those lips around his cock, but he just couldn't do it. At least not until she dropped his pants and sank down before him. He thanked God that he was a skinny man. A fat man wouldn't have been able to look down and see those cherry red lips close around his cock. He hissed with excitement. Suddenly his knees were weak. "I need to sit down," he mumbled, pulling her along to the log. She walked on her knees to follow him, never once taking her lips off his cock, or her hands off his ass. Marcus knew that at that moment, he was the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on the face of the earth. She was about the prettiest woman he had ever seen, and she was sucking his cock. Life was good. Sitting made the whole thing easier. Suddenly her hand was on the base of his cock, and her mouth was bobbing on his rock hard member like a woodpecker. He had never felt anything so good. Her mouth was real hot and moist. Her hand was so soft and strong. And her hair cascaded over his bare legs and felt like gossamer wings. He still couldn't believe what was happening. He expected to wake up from a dream at any moment. "Oh God yes," he hissed as the fire built to an intolerable level in his balls. "Oh shit," he gasped, placing a hand on her bobbing head. Even that felt wonderful. She had the softest hair he had ever felt. Her head felt small and round beneath all that silky hair. His balls were churning with a frightening heat now. He was close, real close. "I'm going to do it," he gasped in warning. She seemed to ignore him. He repeated it and she looked up at him in annoyance. Suddenly his heart leaped when he realized that this beautiful woman was going to swallow his cum. He wanted to close his eyes and moan a lot, but he didn't want to seem like a weakling, and he certainly didn't want to miss the sight of her lips sucking down his cum. Then he exploded. The whole world seemed to stop for a moment, hesitating, then as the cum shot down the shaft of his cock the world moved again in blissful, agonizing, full speed. Moaning and grunting, he watched breathlessly as his hot cum filled her mouth. She swallowed without comment, easily drinking down his offering without a grimace of distaste. She knew what she was doing, and how to do it. He whined above her as those lovely lips sucked, while her hand seemed to milk his cock, forcing even more cum into her sweet red mouth. All to quickly, it was over. "My God," he gasped, shuddering as he fell back against the log. She watched him with a pleased look on her face. "I can see that I have to teach you the art of pleasing a woman, she said, getting up and pulling her undershirt back into place. She rebutton her dress and swirled it around until it fell into place. "Now, about Chicago," she said with a sweet smile. "Lady, you can have anything you want... other than Ruckus." "Follow me to my ranch, so I can get my clothes and my horse, Hurricane, then we will be off," she said happily. He was suddenly feeling trapped, but she had done it fairly. As he watched her perfect, sweet ass swaying in front of him, he suddenly didn't care. Her mother and the farm's only hand, stood watching on the porch as they rode out. They turned their hoses toward Chicago, only 1,500 miles away. "The End" Damn! Yee-Haa, Cowboy! Sure do wish it was that easy in real life. Don't
ya just love the Old West? That was a pertty good story... if'n I do say
so myself... Let me know what you think about it and also about keeping
"Saturday Stories" as a weekly feature on "Sex
Blogger." And in the mean time... Check out more erotic western stories
at "Sex Tales of the Old West."
posted by: Neo
Friday, October 18, 2002 Kewl-Kewl!!! This is the third Friday edition of "Sex Advice from
Dear Nina." Let me know what you think about her column.
Please be certain that all sexual activities take place only between consenting adults in good health. posted by: Neo
Thursday, October 17, 2002 The on-going process of continually updating adult sites seem like it never ends... Oh well... I need money, my customers need fresh content, and it just has to be done. Today I updated three "CyberAge Platinum" sites. "Cuntoons" - Features X-rated adult cartoons, illustrated erotica, 3D animation, flash movies, anime, hentai and more. "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 etc., then this is a great site to check out. "Nude Latina Teens" - Barely legal 18 & 19 year old Latina Teens, Naughty Latina Schoolgirls, Sexy Latina Cheerleaders, Sweet Latina Virgins and Spicy Latina Sluts. "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. "Prep School Sluts" - The Girls you wanted in school, get naked for you now! Barely Legal Schoolgirls & Cheerleaders. Plus Hidden Dorm Room Cams & UpSkirt Galleries. "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. "Nude
Latina Teens," "Prep
School Sluts" and "Cuntoons"
are all CyberAge
Platinum Sites. Each of these sites have over 300 photos of young hot
babes (or hot 3D babes) in various galleries. Each site is also updated
on a regular basis with fresh new pics, banners and links. By becoming
a member of one of these sites you will receive access to ALL of them PLUS
over 300,000 more adult sites which are part of the CyberAge
AVS network. In addition to getting free access to tons of sites, you
also get access to adult movies, live chat, live sex shows, adult games,
"model of the month" gallery, adult magazines, personal ads and so much
more. And the best part is that it all comes FREE with your CyberAge
Platinum membership. Cost of membership is only $19.90 a month. So,
for less than the cost of a Pizza (with anchovies of course) you get more
PORN than you will know what to do with. What a fucking great deal!!! And
if you don't believe me, then just take the FREE
CyberAge Platinum Tour and find out for yourself.
posted by: Neo
Wednesday, October 16, 2002 Must be the weather or something... but I really don't have a lot to
write about today. I did find another asshole that stole a bunch of my
exclusive pictures and is using them on his adult site to make money. What
a stupid ass fucker!!! Just another site I have to shut down! Damn, it's
so annoying to have to constantly deal with these jerks that think they
can get away with stealing someone else's (mine in particular) content.
The pics they stole come from a site of mine where I've posted the following
on every single content page throughout the site:
I would think that when someone sees this they would think that maybe
they shouldn't steal from the site, but nooo... I forget... most of these
people are complete and total constipated assholes. They ignore the fact
that my images are copyrighted, they ignore my blatant warning, they steal
my photographs, and then their sites get shut down. Yeah, they're real
smart! Argghhhhh.... Such a waste of time to have to deal with this shit!
posted by: Neo
On the brighter side of today's post, I've added a few new link partners. They are: "Freak Farm," "Mental Ernie" and "SlapAss." Give 'em a click! If you have a kewl site and want to exchange links with me, drop me
an e-mail.
posted by: Neo
Monday, October 14, 2002 I was sitting with my friend Sarah, waiting for the play to start, when the lady walked past us. She was pure L.A. glam: stick-thin, lowriders, tribal tat on right bicep…and a set of poke-yer-eye-outs like two basketballs stuck in the net. Now Sarah is slender and a little insecure about her chest. Never mind that she looks like a blonde Winona Rider and has already hypnotized at least two of my male friends. She just shook her head, looking at the Super Chest, and sighed. "God, I hope those are fake," she said. "Oh please," I said. "Look, you don't understand the pressure --" "The pressure that would make someone slice their chest open just to please the opposite sex? Are you kidding? I'm a guy. I used to be a teen-aged guy." She laughed. "You may not believe this, but girls are the lucky ones. If you want to fake a guy out, you don't need the surgery. You can just pad a little bit. By the time a guy is in a position to find out that it's not all real, the only thing he really cares about is that he's in bed with a naked woman. And believe me, he does not want to screw that up by making chest comparisons." Sarah nodded. I had her complete attention. This was Truth From the Enemy Camp, and it was just what she wanted to hear. Furthermore, she could trust me. If we were lovers, she'd know I was trying not to hurt her feelings. But we weren't -- so this had to be the truth. "But meanwhile, if a guy wants a little bit extra in the equipment department, he's pretty much S.O.L. Women can pad because it's all eye-candy. But for a guy, it has to function." By now Super Chest had taken her seat, and Sarah hadn't even noticed. My distraction mission was on its way to achieving its objective. "And that's why every guy you ever date will always ask you the one question that he is guaranteed, 100% absolutely guaranteed, never to get a straight answer for, the one that he actually doesn't want a straight answer for -" "Oh, God, Mal. That one!? Of course it matters." Whoa. Now I was getting the Enemy Truth, right between the eyes. I tried to maintain my cool -- after all, why should size worry me? Everyone knows I'm enormous, right? At least, that's what my girlfriends had always told me. My girlfriends. The ones who didn't want to hurt my feelings... But Sarah was already trying to back-pedal. "I mean, it's a personal thing. You know, women's parts don't come all in the same size either. It's finding the right plug for the right outlet. And sometimes there's this wonderful guy you love to death, and you just wish he had an inch more to make it perfect. But smaller and harder is better than bigger and softer, usually." By this point, the lights were going down, and the play started. It was a really excellent one, too, which isn't usual for L.A. But it didn't matter. I was depressed for the rest of the day, even after a couple of hours driving in the new car, which Sarah thought was killer. Because the thing that nailed me, that really just cut me down, was
that Sarah had told me the Truth. Which meant she was
never, ever going to sleep with me.
posted by: Marlowe
Chantay is a 19 year old, 5'1, 105 lb, sweet, but very naive, Latina Babe (with a capital "B"). She has small, but nice, firm tits, a great ass, long brown hair, pretty eyes and a huge playful smile that can melt the heart of any man. I saw Chantay's photo at an adult modeling agency and I immediately wanted to interview her. Actually, I really didn't care about an interview, I just wanted to photograph, and, of course, meet, date, and fall in love with her. A few days later she called and we set up a time to get together. Being that she's a struggling adult model, she flaked on the interview (like most do). Over the course of the next few weeks, we set up a number of interviews and she flaked on all of them. I finally gave up. A few weeks later she called and said that she really wanted to meet with me, she didn't have a car, but she was staying at a motel near my studio. Within two minutes I was out the door and on the way to meet her. Being a professional photographer I knew that the interview was strictly business. "Damn my morals!" But... being that I'm a horny guy that hadn't had "any" in a while AND since I was meeting a hot, young Babe (with a capitol "B") at a sleazy motel, I had my hopes up that she'd jump my bones the moment we met. Mmmmm, the fantasies of the mind are a wonderful thing. Chantay met me at the door. She was dressed in a loose-fitting, almost see-through, shortie top and tight-fitting jeans. She looked hot. She didn't jump my bones. I came back to reality. "Dang!" She invited me in, we sat on the bed, talked, laughed and flirted with each other for about 45 minutes. Actually, I did most of the flirting, she pretty much just smiled and nodded her head to anything I said. The fantasy started to return. "No!, Go away, I'm a professional and I have morals!" I argued with myself... I do that alot! During our conversation, I realized that Chantay was a very sweet girl, but also, not the brightest bulb in the box. I found out that she'd been doing adult films, had an abusive boyfriend (duh, what a surprise) AND, she was an alcoholic. Hmmmm, maybe that's the reason she reeked of beer and kept asking me if I would go buy her some... I realized I could probably do anything I wanted to do with her. "Fuck my morals!" I kissed her. "What an idiot! Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Wait... she's kissing me back! Mmmmm, the possibilities... No, this is wrong! I hate the taste of beer." I pulled back. She didn't care. Reality set in. I felt like a jerk. She glanced at the clock and then told me "the guy" (not her boyfriend) she'd met the night before would be back any minute. "OHMYGOD!!!" My mind went into overdrive thinking about the possibility of what would happen if "the guy" walked into the room he, undoubtedly, paid for and caught me kissing the girl he, undoubtedly, fucked just before he went on his beer-run (or whatever). Reality quickly hit me like his fist would've if he'd caught me! "I had to leave and I had to leave now!" But... she was so cute, innocent, naive and she really needed someone to take care of and guide her. "What am I thinking? I'm an idiot!" I asked her to go with me. She asked if I'd buy her some beer! I almost said yes, but then remembered, she was only nineteen. NINETEEN!!! "Hello, Reality Check!" I told "No." She didn't care. Her supplier would be back any second now. "ANY SECOND NOW!!! I really, really had to go. She was Trouble (with a capital "T")." I got her number. We kissed again. "WHY? WHY? WHY?" Then, feeling like a complete and total moron, I was out the door. I wanted the whole situation out of my mind. I wanted her out of my mind. I wanted her. I was out of my mind. I couldn't throw her number away, but I couldn't call her either. Finally I called her. Her number was disconnected. "Thank God!" I had all but forgotten about Chantay, when a few months later, sitting at a coffee shop, I saw her again. "Oh, the FATES can be so cruel." We sat. We talked. We exchanged numbers. I was infatuated, but remembering what a moron I was before, I kept myself in check: all business. Well, ok... I lie. It wasn't all business, I flirted, but not much. She flirted, more than before. She still had the abusive boyfriend. "Dang!" BUT, she wasn't doing adult films anymore, she wasn't drinking anymore AND she was still interested in working with me. "Oh, thank you FATES!" Two weeks later we were shooting! Aside from me drooling all over myself, the shoot went well. We had a great time. We laughed! We Cried (actually we didn't cry but it sounds good after you say "We laughed"). Even through all the major flirting (from both of us) we got quite a bit done. We did six setups; including lingerie, teen soccer player, masturbation, voyeur, bubble bath (see this week's Blogger Babe's Pic) and... we even made her into a sandwich. Yes, she deffo looked good enough to eat - Pun Intended! After the shoot Chantay and I stayed in touch and became friends (with a small "f"). Every now and then she'd come over and we'd talk, play cards and exchange back-rubs. Nope! Never did have sex with her. I know, I know... I could have! But I really didn't want to. We had a few deep conversations and the more we talked, the more I realized that she had problems and I certainly didn't want to add to them or become one of them. She told me that I was one of the nicest guys she'd ever met, she felt comfortable talking with me, she trusted me and she respected the fact that I was the only guy in and out of "The Biz" that never did anything to her (sexually) or even try to. That kinda made me feel bad for all the "thoughts" I had, but "Hey," I'm only human. At least I never followed through on those thoughts. Yes, I know... I came close. BUT I didn't, and that's what counts. "Thank you morals." Sadly though, she was still with her abusive boyfriend, she started drinking again and over the course of the next few months we talked less and less until finally her number was disconnected and I lost contact with her. BUT... months later she called; saying, she dumped her boyfriend, stopped drinking (again), was nine months pregnant (due any day), needed money and wanted to know if I wanted to photograph her again. "Yes, of course!" And I did! To be continued... Come back next Sunday for Part 2 of "Blogger Babe - Chantay - A Totally True Tale." But in the meantime, if you want to see more of (non-pregnant) Chantay,
check out "Itty Bitty
Tittys," "Teen
Shower Cam," "Cheerleaders
& Teens in Uniform," "Nude
Latina Teens," and "Victory
Girls - Nude Women of the World!."
posted by: Neo
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