Friday, September 12, 2003

Friday Funnies

Thursday, September 11, 2003

9/11

UpDates & Reviews

"Teen Shower Cam" - Galleries of sexy women and barely legal teens in the shower and bath. Plus new voyeur & hidden shower cam galleries.

"Teen Shower Cam" The site design is good. The splash pages are a little slow loading because there are a lot of sample pics to load. But the outside pics are a good representation of what's on the site, so it's worth the wait. The site is easy to navigate and (as with all my sites) there are no hidden links, no pop-ups and no entrapments of any kind. The site has many galleries of hot babes in the shower & bath, plus hidden cam and vintage porn galleries. The galleries are rotated each month so there are always hot, new and wet babes to look at. "Teen Shower Cam" is a member of the "CyberAge Platinum" Network and that means - not only do you get access to thousands of other sites when you join, but also that it's a damn good site! Click on the link, take the FREE tour and find out for yourself.

"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 love 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.

"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.
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Wednesday, September 10, 2003

Story Wednesday

This is the second story submitted to me by a very talented writer. She, and I did say She, brings a nice refreshing view to adult erotica (a female's point of view). Deffo check it out.

Author's introduction: I have no idea why this laundry scene is a fantasy of mine.  Well, okay, so it's loosely based on a certain daydream I would have leaning against a washer while doing my clothes in a laundry room of my small apartment...

Well, okay, -tightly- based...

But you really can't beat a nice-looking, intelligent, strong-willed sort of guy who's into the whole 'dominance' thing.  Rawr.  The 'good girl' thing seems to come up in a lot of my stories.

No pun intended...- JM

         I was reading Philip Jose Farmer's Image Of The Beast.

         Not a book that most people would think I'd read. But during the day, I kept such a cool demeanor, that it was almost needed to read some alien bizarre sex shit every once in a while. A girl's got to get her kicks somehow.

         And I was sitting on top of the dryer. The little laundry mat of the apartment complex where I lived was very small ... only two washers and two dryers. And there weren't many apartments. But something about it was extra nice. Like knowing about people who lived there and not having to talk to them. Sure, it may seem sort of contrite to keep to myself (without sounding redundant), but I'm far too weird to unleash in my full glory upon an unsuspecting populous.

         As I was saying, though, I was sitting on the dryer and reading. It was one of those wonderful Oklahoma nights ... the perfect warm temperature and semi-moist air, and a light breeze that flitted through the screened windows on the other side of the small laundry room. I suppose I would have been perfectly happy to have done my laundry and spent the rest of the evening reading while Esthero played in the background.

         My night, though, was to become far better.

         The door to the laundry room opened, and I nearly fell off my perch. I was about to shoot the intruder my Glare From Hell, but the only expression I could manage upon seeing who entered was a curious raising of one brow.

         "Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to scare ya." The guy who'd entered was carrying an off-white round basket of (what I assumed to be) dirty laundry. And he was also the dark-haired dream sex machine I'd been fantasizing about all my life. He had the same dark eyes, the same shortly cropped in the back and long on top hair. Hell, even the Bruins jersey he was wearing was right.

         That's why it took a full ten seconds before I responded proper. "Uh, s'okay. Just reading." And that's why I don't talk to people. I sound like a retard. I even waved my book for emphasis, hoping he didn't know the title.

         "Ah," he said with a grin, plopping some quarters into the slots on the washer and dumping in a capful of Super Wash! Detergent. "Farmer ... good book. Read it a couple of times."

         Lovely. He'd read it. Either that, or he was lying to try to get me into bed. "Did you like it?"

         "Sure. Though the first few chapters were boring. I just liked to read the weird alien sex shit in the middle. Well, and that whole anal suppository thing ... that was interesting." He flipped a charming grin my way and closed the lid on the washer.

         This was way too fucking weird. "Huh. I thought I was the only person in the world who'd read this book." I was blushing, though. My cool demeanor was certainly not going to fly with this guy.

         He shrugged, slightly, moving to lean against the same washer that I was sitting on. I felt his shoulder touch my elbow, and moved away instinctively. He didn't seem to mind. "I've read a lot of books. You can learn a lot of things from books."

         "Yeah, well, I don't think you're going to be able to walk down to your local E-Z Porn Mart any time soon and buy a suppository that..." My sentence was shortly cut off by the whining, half-dead buzz of the dryer announcing that my clothes were done. Rather than continue and embarrass myself further, I slid off the dryer and folded one of Image's pages over to mark my place. "My clothes are done." Thank you, Ms. Obvious.

         "So they are," he agreed, rocking happily on the balls of his feet and looking me over.

         I tried not to look at his ass, but it was impossible. It was a nice, round ass. The kind of ass that's perfect for pushing. I scooted my pale blue laundry basket in front of the open door of the dryer, and prepared to scoop the clothes into it, and that's when it happened.

         He'd moved behind me as I'd bent over, and I felt his hand, pressing lightly into my crotch slide slowly back and forth between my legs from behind. I froze. He was rubbing my crotch through my clothes, and I froze like the frigid chick I was. "Uh, what are you doing?" I croaked.

         He chuckled from behind me, and I could see from his shadow he shook his head. "Do you want me to stop?"

         Of course I didn't want him to fucking stop. But what would my mother have thought if she'd seen me then, bent over an open dryer door with some guy rubbing my pussy gently through my clothes? One word, people: whore. I didn't answer him, though, leaving me certainly ambiguous. But I didn't move away, either.

         "Do you want me to stop?" he asked again, his voice softer, crooning. I felt his index finger poke around a little through the material of my sweatpants, finding the entrance to my pussy and rubbing there a little harder. I'm sure he could tell I was already becoming wet.

         I shut my eyes; he couldn't see that, at least. I suppressed the shudder that threatened to run through my body, and finally whispered, "No."

         "Good girl." I could hear the amused smile in his words, and suddenly felt a little humiliation. But there was no way in hell I'd tell him to stop now.

         His large hand continued to caress my pussy through my clothing, and I felt him shuffle a little back there. The cool fingers of his other hand slipped through the opening between my hanging T-shirt and the smooth skin of my abdomen, crawling slowly to the curve of my bare breast. His fingertips traced the outline, stopping at my nipple and pinching once. I could feel it harden at his first touch.

         And still his fingers worked through my clothing, teasing my pussy without a direct touch. The crotch of my sweatpants had developed a soaked spot in the middle. I stood there, half-hunched over my load of quickly cooling dry clothes, eyes shut, trying to suppress a shudder of pleasure.

         The fingertips that had been toying with the nipple of my breast slowly worked their way in a tickling trail to the waistband of my sweatpants. Removing his hand from between my legs, the stranger whipped them down in one swift motion before I could voice a protest, exposing my bare ass and dripping pussy to his full view.

         I couldn't move, really. I just sat there, half scared out of my wits that someone would come in and see this obviously sexually perverse act and call the cops, and half aroused out of my tiny mind.

         For a few minutes, he did nothing, and I felt myself cooling down a bit, that heat of pleasure dissipating a little. I raised my head to turn around and see what he was doing, but he tugged my shirt tail a bit and cleared his throat. "Uh-uh, honey. No turning around. You can lean on the top of the dryer if it's easier for you, though."

         I didn't protest. I felt I should have, in some part of me, but I didn't. I slid my torso on the top of the dryer, having to stand on my tippy toes a bit, and pressed my cheek against the cold metal surface, waiting to see what he would do next.

         I felt my sweatpants being pulled down some more, and heard him say from behind me, "Step out of them." I did as he asked, rather tentatively, swallowing audibly in the emptiness of the washroom. He threw my sweatpants and underwear into a pile next to the dryer, and then I felt his fingertips on the inside of my thighs, pulling my legs outward slightly. "Open."

         I couldn't believe I was doing it, but I widened my stance.

         His hands slid up from in between my legs, over the round cheeks of my ass, and then settled in a firm grip on my hips. I didn't know what to expect next. I felt him hover over me a little, the heat of his chest pressed close to my exposed ass cheeks, and then he let out an exhale of hot breath into my hair, rubbing his nose in the tresses that tumbled over my back.

         "You smell nice," he mumbled, one of his hands moving from my hips to my ass again, squeezing and kneading the flesh, sometimes slipping into the crack, sometimes slipping dangerously close to my still cumsoaked pussy, though never actually penetrating. Meanwhile, he was kissing down my back through my shirt, occasionally taking some of the material into his teeth and tugging gently.

         As he reached the small dip where my lower back met my ass, I felt his working hand dip into the wetness of my cunt, and let out a small, alarmed gasp, then clenching my teeth. As he bit at the bare skin at the end of my tailbone, the tip of his finger poked just into my wet pussy, wiggling, teasing me with just a little of pleasure. Every once in a while, he would pull it all the way out, smearing my juices along my slit, rubbing my very swollen clit for a moment and then dipping into my hot pussy up to the first knuckle again.

         My hands were gripping either side of the dryer, white knuckled and hard. My breath was already coming in harsh, tortured pants.

         Then he plunged his finger all the way into my pussy, at the same time moving his lips lower and biting the left cheek of my ass -hard-. I let out a surprised moan, eyes opening all the way and thrusting my body up a little on the dryer, before moving back down. I pressed my pussy onto his immobile finger, wiggling my body with a few wanton whines, biting my bottom lips almost to bleeding.

         "Surprise." He said, obviously getting a bit worked up himself. Instead of moving his finger in and out of my aching cunt, he removed it entirely with a wet slurp, and took a step back from me again. I heard the distinct sound of his zipper, and the jeans joined my sweatpants in the pile on the floor.

         I almost turned around to peer at him again, but he made that 'tsk-tsk' noise with his teeth, smacking my ass one good time with the palm of his hand. "No peeking."

         It seemed like an eternity. I was beginning to wonder if he had just left the room and me standing there like a jackass with my ass in the air hugging the dryer, when I felt him take me gently by the hip again with one of his hands. Then I felt his cock pressing into the raised piece of flesh between my legs as he rubbed the slit against my swollen clit. It was already slick with precum.

         He didn't say a word, but only teased me some more. He moved the head of his cock in a slick, wet line from my throbbing pussy, to the little pucker between my ass cheeks, to my swollen little nub. I shuddered and panted against the metal of the dryer, whining with the torturous pleasure my body was being put through. Finally I couldn't take it anymore, and I whispered harshly, "Put it in me," still shy, still subdued.

         I could hear the amusement in his voice when he replied. "Don't say it like that. Tell me what you want me to do. Exactly." Amused, yet calm. He was rock hard, I could feel it every time he swirled our juices together down my slit, and his voice was so calm.

         "I want you to," I hissed, whining a bit as he allowed almost the entire head of his cock to enter me for a moment, before teasing me some more, "stick your cock into my pussy ... now ... please ..."

         "Better," he said, now showing a slight bit of wavering in his voice. His fingers tightened ever so slightly on my hip, and I felt him stepping closer, before his hips thrust forward suddenly, burying his cock deep inside me. He grunted, sucking in a sharp breath. "Fuck," he whispered, swallowing once. "That what you wanted?"

         I only nodded, whimpering a little, my fingers squeaking a bit on the sides of the dryer.

         His other hand moved to my other hip, and he began to thrust his cock in and out of my dripping pussy, burying himself to the balls before pulling out nearly all the way. Each time he thrust into me, my face pressed into the little dial for the dryer, but I hardly even noticed.

         His fucking soon became more urgent; we had both been worked up for quite some time. His hands pulled my hips into his cock, pressing himself deeper into my cunt. I heard him whisper, "Touch yourself for me," and removed one of my sweaty hands from the side of the dryer to rub my own clit hard, gasping for breath at the sensations of pleasure going through my body.

         The whole dryer began to rock back and forth with our fucking, but I didn't give two shits if anyone heard us at this point. I could feel him getting close; could tell he was hard as a rock inside my pussy, getting ready to spurt his cum, and that's what drove me over the edge. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt my pussy contract around his cock, could feel the hot, wet flow as I came dripping between my own legs.

         Almost at the same time, he let out a gasping shout, digging his fingernails into the flesh of my hips, jerking his hips into mine so hard I could feel his balls slapping against me. And then the sensation of being filled with his cum, his seed filling me up and his cock jerking inside as the last droplets spouted out.

         He collapsed over me on the dryer, sweaty face sticking to my hair, hot breath raining over my shoulder and mingling with my own pants. After a few moments of post coital bliss, he slid off of my back and I felt his shrinking cock slip out of my pussy, the wet mingling of cum running down the inside of my thigh, warm and thick.

         I shut my eyes, finally able to catch some of my breath, letting loose my one-handed death grip on the side of the dryer. I'd never had an orgasm like that before in my life, but I certainly didn't want to keep it just to one encounter. As he reached for his jeans, though, I heard him say, still amused and very satiated.

         "Good girl." 

OMG! I loved this story... Written entirely from a woman's point of view, but what made it so successful for me was that it completely captured a man's fantasy as well. I like the author's style of writing; short, to the point, well structured and very visual. Very visual without having the feeling that some amateur writer is pounding out as much "porn lingo" as can fit on a page. Yes, this author did describe what was going on with graphic detail, but it was different than most author's, it was not overt, it was a tool to make the story flow, it did its job and it was sensual... Very sensual...

Will deffo be posting more of her stories. Very Nice :o) BTW, check out her Blog at Flipside.

Hmmm... I wonder what time the local Laundromat closes?
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Tuesday, September 9, 2003

Introducing My New Site - Urabon Yuri

"Urabon Yuri" - Featuring the hottest Lesbian Hentai images available! We've got cartoons from today's hottest artists. In our members area you'll find cartoons of girls in bondage, girls on girls, and cosplay toons!

"Urabon Yuri" is an exciting Hardcore, Anime / Hentai / Manga, Lesbian, Bondage site. Wow, I think I described the site all in one sentence... Just in case you don't know... "Urabon" pretty much means Hardcore. It doesn't censor anything and is considered far more pornographic than other styles of Anime. And because of this, much of it is still considered "Underground." "Yuri", plain and simple, means Lesbian Anime and Manga... Anyway, in addition to the outside splash pages being bright, colorful, fast loading and very enticing, there are also six full size (free) sample images of the kind of material that you'll find in the members area. But keep in mind, these sample images are Softcore - not like the type of Hardcore Toons that are on the inside. I'm deffo trying to give surfers a little more for their money with this site. Inside there are three galleries of Hentai pictures from many of today's top artists... Not to mention, free links to 100's of the top Anime & Hentai sites. What more could you want? The design of the members area is good. It's clean, it loads quick and it's very easy to navigate. Of course there's no annoying pop-ups, no consoles, no entrapments, no hidden links, and, banner advertising is kept to a strict minimal. Let's face it, it's how all sites should be - very surfer friendly, tons of Bishoujo (beautiful girl), Hentai, Lesbians in Bondage... AND, to make it even better - "Urabon Yuri" is a  "CyberSex" site - which means it's a high quality site with tons of extras. Give it a click!
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Monday, September 8, 2003

Monday Toons

Sunday, September 7, 2003

Blogger Babe - Glynda - A Totally True Tale

Glynda  is a 19 year old, 5'1, 110 lb Latina Hottie. She has long (middle of her back) brown hair, beautiful innocent eyes, perfect blow-job lips, braces (yes, braces), a great hour glass figure - 36B-24-36, nice tits with big round nipples and a really nice pussy with a neatly trimmed landing strip of silky-soft dark brown hair (see this week's Blogger Babe Pic).

I saw Glynda's pic in an agency book and immediately fell in love with her... uh... I mean... immediately wanted to meet and photograph her - strictly for professional reasons - yeah riiight! The agent sent her over to me a few days later and yes, I knew immediately that I wanted to be her boyfriend, marry her, have kids with her and live happily ever after. Can you tell that I was deffo attracted to her? OMG! I fell head over heels for her. Besides all the personal reasons for calling her in for an interview, she really was just what I was looking for to shoot; young, sweet, good looking, nice body, Asian... Did I say Asian? Yeah, when I called her in for the interview, I thought she was Asian... But, she wasn't! Pure Latina! Or so she says, but I could swear that there is some Asian in her blood somewhere. Anyway, we talked about the job and of course I put on my crusader cap and was trying to talk her out of doing adult work, but her mind was made up and she wanted to do it, so, who am I to turn her down? If she was going to work in the industry, I might as well be one of the ones to use her. "Use" being a relative term. After an hour or so of drooling all over myself... uh, I mean interviewing with her, we ended up in bed. No, nothing sexual! Dang! Just giving each other a massage. Of course that turned into a little kissing - Mmmmm, yummy!!! And then as I started to turn it into something a little more sexual, she looked up at me with her big innocent eyes and said "I have a boyfriend." Double Dang!!! I completely melted. Not just my dick, but my heart. Just my luck, I meet the girl of my dreams and of course she has a b/f. Then she tells me that that is the reason why she is doing adult work - because she wants to buy him some parts for his car so he can trick it out. Now I thinking, maybe she isn't too bright after all. Back to being professional... The massage stops, we go back into my office and I booked her for a shoot the following week.

Over the course of the next week, Glynda came over my house 3 or 4 times; just to talk... Hmmmm... Come to find out, she and her b/f aren't doing too good. And "what a shock," he is abusive. Not physically but verbally. What an asshole; totally yells and screams at her and treats her like a slave girl. Hey, maybe there's hope for me yet. Not that I would treat her that way, but maybe she will get sick of being treated like crap and want someone to treat her like a Queen - like I would do.

Anyway, Glynda showed up for the shoot on time and we had a really good (work) day. She was a dream to work with; did anything that needed to be done and she she did it with a smile and a good attitude. Besides all the flirting, we got a lot of work done. In about five hours, we did seven different set-ups including: lingerie, schoolgirl, cheerleader, masturbation, voyeur and a few exterior shots.

After the shoot, she continued to come over and hang out with me for a while. I really was starting to fall for her and not care that she had a b/f. He treats her like shit and she should break up with him. It was the truth and I told her so. And even if I did not want her for myself, I would have told her this anyway. As I said, it was the truth, but it was deffo not my biz to be telling her this. I overstepped my bounds and I pushed a little too hard and after a while she started to come over less and less.

About a month later, Big Lou and I were going to a Adult Webmaster's Convention in Las Vegas and we were  looking for some girls to promote our content. I called Glynda. She was deffo interested so I hired her to go to Vegas (for 3 days) with me. Hehehehe... Since we were driving and I wanted to leave early in the morning, I asked her to spend the night before at my house. I am sooo bad. She agreed. Woo-Hoo! For some reason, she was very nervous about going and got to my house very late at night and then did not want to go to sleep. Instead of sleeping (platonically) in my bed, she got up in the middle of the night and went and shared a bed in the other room with my ex-girlfriend (who was living with me at the time). I still fantasize about that!

We got up in the morning and headed to Vegas. After her cell phone rang about a million times and she ignored it about a million times, I finally asked her what was going on. Come to find out, she was still with her b/f but they were deffo having problems. She was still unhappy and he was still treating her like shit. AND... she lied to him about going to Vegas to work. She told him that she was going out of town with her parents. SHIT! What the hell did I get myself into? The worse part of it was that her parents lived down the street from her boyfriend. Lying to him was not a bright idea! Anyway, she finally answered the phone and they yelled at each other and yelled at each other and yelled at each other. And all the while she was trying to keep up the lie. After telling him that she would call him when she got to "San Francisco" with her parents, she hung up. By this time I was so not wanting to be involved in her lie, but... not too much I could do about it at the moment. A few hours later, we checked into the hotel. And, of course with my luck, they only had one king bed available. Under other circumstances that would have been great - but not now, it just made things worse. Of course by the time we got to the room, he was calling again and she answered the phone and accidentally let it slip the name of the hotel and of course he picked up on it and then they started screaming at each other again. Backpedaling, she tried telling him that her dad had changed his mind and they decided to go to Vegas instead of San Francisco. I swear I was in the middle of a bad comedy of errors. Dang! She finally calmed him down and got off the phone. That night we forgot about all the problems and we had a nice evening together. We had dinner, went sight-seeing, saw the fountains at Bellagio, etc.. We did all this romantic stuff - except it was totally platonic. Dang! We want back to the hotel and went to bed. She did not want to share the same bed and decided it would be better if she slept on the couch. Her choice!

We got up the next morning and worked the convention. But during the day she kept disappearing. Of course, I found out later that she was leaving the floor and arguing with her b/f on her cell phone all day. By the end of the day, we were leaving the show and she was (again) on the phone with him and he was (again) screaming at her. Apparently, he drove by her parent's house and "shock of all shocks" they were home and knew nothing about a trip to San Francisco (now Las Vegas) with their daughter. Ya know, if it wasn't so sad, it would've been funny. After a few more minutes of this, she turned and handed me the phone saying; "He wants to talk to you." I think I must have turned ghostly white. He was insane and I certainly didn't want to talk to him. But Glynda walked off, leaving the phone in my hand. I got one word in, "Hello," before he started ranting like a lunatic. Knowing that it wouldn't do any good to talk with this idiot, I pulled the phone away from my ear and handed it back to Glynda. They screamed and yelled at each other all the way back to the hotel room. When she finally got off the phone she told me that she had to leave now, take a plane and go home. If not, since they lived together, he was gonna dump all her belongings in the street and change the locks. Ah, young love is so sweet. She told me that she was gonna go home, break up with him, get her stuff and move out. She made a reservation for the next flight out of Vegas. Over the next hour or so, we had a great heart-to-heart. She was very serious, she was gonna break up with him and move on with her life. Unfortunately for me, moving on also meant leaving me behind as well. We hugged and kissed a little, then left for the airport. Before she got on the plane she promised that she would give me a call in a few days, come over and hang out with me.

A few weeks went by before I heard from her again. She came over to look at some of her pictures and also to get some of the stuff she left with me in Vegas. We talked for a few hours and, yes, she did break up with her b/f. Good for her! We both knew that if circumstances would have been different, we might have had a chance together. Because when we were together, we really did have a good time. Anyway, she said that she was not going to do any more adult modeling and that she was only going to concentrate on school (college). Again, good for her. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and left - promising to keep in touch.

Sadly we never talked again. I never called her and she never called me. A few months later, I heard through the grapevine that she was in school, living on campus, single, but seeing her ex (as a friend) and that she was happy. A few months later still, I heard that she was again doing some adult modeling. So sad!

If you want to see more of Glynda, check out "Mixed Chicks," "Teens in Lingerie," "Vittorias Lingerie," "Nude Amateur Women," "Victory Girls - Nude Women of the World," "China Dolls," "Prep School Sluts," "Nude Latina Teens," "Cheerleaders & Teens in Uniform," "Sex Safari," "Innocence Lost," and "Mega-Voyeur."
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Always 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)

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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)

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