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Archived January 16, 2005 - February 19, 2005 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Saturday, January 22, 2005
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posted by: The Porn Jester ©
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Mr. Braddock for Teacher of the Year – Part One Mr. Cyrus Braddock told his students to listen up. It was time for an announcement. “As many of you know, your parents and I had nice conversations on back to school night. I enjoyed meeting them and getting a little background information on the rich, varied tapestries that comprise your all-important home lives. Unfortunately, I still need more data, if you will, on what makes you tick. For this reason, I will be holding a special open house at my condominium this Friday night. The theme is ‘what is your older sister doing with her life, anyway?’ I hope to learn her hopes and dreams and, by proxy, some of your hopes and dreams as well. Other gatherings will be held to celebrate pets, favorite aunts and uncles, and of course your pesky little brothers. But those will come later. For now I am focusing on older sisters only, and only older sisters who have graduated from high school and seem to be cruising listlessly through life on highways doomed to end in pregnancy, pointless, low-paying jobs and/or forced, loveless marriages. Please take this flyer home with you today. Extra credit will be given if your attractive, emotionally vulnerable older sisters appear at my door—unaccompanied—at 8 p.m. Thanks. Now, finish up your assignments and be sure to staple them together... remember, unstapled assignments receive zero credit... oh I almost forgot: remember to nominate your favorite teacher for Teacher of the Year. Kids I want you to know that a great teacher is not one who is creative, dynamic, smart, passionate or funny. It's really hard to put your finger on it, this business of teaching and who's actually good at it. You'll know what's what in about 10 years and by then it'll be too late. So what I mean to say is this: I'm giving extra credit to the person who nominates me. Or is it whom nominates me? There's an awards ceremony this year in Albuquerque and I've got friends there…” VRINGGGGGG!!!! The bell sounded and the students rushed to staple things together. “Linda and Brock, can I see you for a moment?” asked Mr. Braddock. Linda had an exceptionally large, unabashed ass. Brock had grown his hair out in order to look like a white gangster, imitating the scamps who roamed about Hell's Kitchen in the 70's. A retro look, in short. Thuggish and bold. Mr. Braddock frowned. Brock had clearly been tapping that fine ass standing next to him. A damn travesty thought Mr. Braddock. “Look, Linda and Brock, I want you to look at this paper and think to
yourself,
The paper said: “opportunityisnowhere”. “Now Linda how did you read that? What did it say to you?” She replied, “it said opportunity is now here, Mr. Braddock.” “Good. And what did it say to you Brock?” “I read ‘opportunity is nowhere,’” said Brock. “Cool.” “Well done kids. You see, perception is reality. Fundamentally you two are incompatible. Bonk each other silly for now but eventually you will have to forge a new path—alone. Anywho... didn't mean to get too heavy on you... go get yourselves a couple of sodas! Here take two dollars. Enjoy! Have a real nice lunch!” That Friday, Mr. Braddock waited completely sober for someone to appear at his door. The moment passed. What a waste of time. There would be no extra credit and a stern lecture come Monday. By 9:15 he had discreetly consumed a shot or two of ice-cold vodka. By 9:30 he had dipped into the ice-cold Jägermeister. By 9:37 he sat with a Presidente, stripped down to his boxer shorts, stroking his penis through the little opening in front. That's when he heard a knock at the door. Already buzzed beyond giving a crap, he opened it without putting on pants. She had a big, heart-shaped ass, a tiny pink mouth, and a razor-sharp nose. Her straight, shoulder-length blonde hair showed dark roots and was parted down the middle. “Hi, I'm Melanie Orangekin... you know, Brock's sister,” she said incredulously, staring at Mr. Braddock's misshapen, slightly damp boxer shorts. “Yes, welcome. I'm just relaxing. The others have all left,” lied Mr. Braddock. “Come on in.” Somewhat hesitantly Melanie entered. She noticed he had about a dozen Aerosmith albums—the lp’s, the original vinyl!—tacked to his wall. And a Squire electric guitar plugged into a Peavey in the corner! “Are you an Aerosmith fan?” she asked. “I was... that is until after the ‘Night in the Ruts’ album when…” “When Joe Perry left the group and they took a brief hiatus... before rejoining to cut that 'When Lightning Strikes' song, a last gasp of their earlier creative genius... before that rap shit and before they went all commercial and shit!” she squealed. “That's right,” said Mr. Braddock, with great respect. “Please sit and tell me about your favorite Aerosmith album. Most of the great students of Aerosmith, the critics and enlightened fans and yours truly, feel that ‘Rocks’ tends to rock hardest... but I'm waiting for someone to convince me otherwise... I mean ‘Toys in the Attic’ had their biggest hits—and a cheeky rendition of that ‘big 10-inch record’ song—but the consistency just wasn't there, for me or most other people who know, really know goddamn it… I apologize... can I get you a cold Jägermeister, with an energy drink chaser?” “Cool,” she replied, getting comfortable on the easy chair across from Mr. Braddock's position on the sofa. What an interesting teacher, she thought. He returned to find Melanie staring at the object on the knick-knack table beside the couch. Mr. Braddock caught her gaze. He had taken it out when he believed no one would come to his "open house". “That's not what you think,” he said, “it's a Spermicare 2000. It's a specialty massage device available only by prescription. It has two legitimate uses. One: quadriplegics use it to masturbate into a cup, so that they might have children by artificially inseminating their wives or other receptacles. Two: in the event that racehorses need relief, the 1” rubber pad can be applied to the head of the penis and ejaculation can thereby be induced. As far as illegitimate uses go, I must say I've invented a few others. Cheers!” They drank a wordless toast. Inwardly Mr. Braddock could not care less what anyone thought of him. So he spoke without remorse, at least when he'd been drinking, which was often. Melanie thought he was an honest, kind man... a straight shooter with a touch of John Wayne carelessness... offbeat and sardonic... yes, he's a real maverick she thought. “How does it work?” asked Melanie. “Well, you turn on the switch here,” said Mr. Braddock, placing the heavy instrument in her outstretched hands, “and you adjust the speed and modulation with these two dials.” She had it going only about 10-15 revolutions per minute, tittering with glee at the cute whirring noise. Then she adjusted the modulation and cranked the speed. Soon she was using it to draw circles around her knees and then around and around her pudgy little tummy. “Take it in the bathroom if you'd like,” said Mr. Braddock with a wry smile, “it's been disinfected—and that plastic pad, when lubricated, works perhaps better on a clitoris than on the glans of a penis, which was the intended application of the designers…” “Are you shittin’ me?” Melanie was now doubly drunk. She felt high from the alcohol but also from the almost European nonchalance with which Mr. Braddock comported himself. “Melanie I don't have a clitoris; however, I can assure you: I am definitely not shitting you!” What a sense of irony and comedic timing, thought Melanie. “I have to go pee,” she exclaimed, bounding off to the bathroom like a little girl, though she was probably above drinking age. Mr. Braddock would have made another ironic comment about taking the device with her but she was too darn quick. You can never get enough of those masturbating in the bathroom quips. He looked at the device—it sat on the cushion of the chair, so invitingly. He thought about how she touched it and the naïve pleasure it inspired. His erection returned. He had a brilliant idea. He turned off the lights and closed the shades. Then he waited for her to return. He heard giggles as she returned to the living room. “Don't be scared, dear. I have a proposition for you…” he said with his practiced air-of-detachment voice. She picked up the Spermicare and sat down, giggling again in a somewhat louder-than-is-appropriate-or-even-necessary kind of way. “You want to take it home, I know,” said Mr. Braddock. “I'll let you. But only under two conditions. First, you must practice on yourself here while I watch…” Her giggles became laughter. “No, stop... I know what you're thinking and it's not true... I need to make sure you won't hurt yourself or damage others… this is a medical device and very powerful... you can leave your pants on, even… I just want to make sure that you'll be safe. Safety first! Okay? You may begin…” Part 2 to be continued next week… posted by: Cindy Blockenstein ©
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posted by: Jason
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Thursday, January 20, 2005
posted by: Neo
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posted by: Neo
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posted by: Neo
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posted by: Neo ©
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"Kissing Pussy" is a CyberAge Platinum site. There are six galleries with over 300 photos of hot lesbian babes. Yeah, I know, this site is a lot like my other lesbian site - "Teen Twins." The design is the same and I do use a lot of the same girls in the galleries, but, there are a lot of new and different lesbians in "Kissing Pussy" and they're not all twins. A few of the galleries are of really hot Asian schoolgirl lesbians - WOW! And just like "Teen Twins," I really like the site. Did I mention the Asian schoolgirls? :o) Anyway, the site is easy to navigate, fairly quick loading and there are tons of hot & sexy lesbian babes kissing, licking and eating sweet pussy. And of course, it's updated monthly. I shot all the pics of the Asian Lesbians (hehehehe) and some of the pics in the other galleries, but the rest, I licensed from an image broker. And, because "Kissing Pussy" is a CyberAge Platinum site, if you become a member, you also get free access to over 300,000 other adult sites, free adult movies (over 50,000), live chat, live cam feeds, live sex shows, exclusive pictorials and videos, personal ads and much, much more. No shit! You really do get all of that! So check it out and let me know what you think.
New Look. New Design. New Content. I added a bunch of completely new galleries this month - some really kewl 3D Galleries, new illustrated erotica, BRAND NEW CARTOONS and a few really dark and very violent comic stories. Not for the faint of heart, but deffo worth a look :o) "Cuntoons" is one of my favorite sites. It's a little different from my other sites - whereas there are no real models - it's all cartoons. I love the look of the site and (of course) it's surfer friendly and easy to navigate. The site has many galleries of 3D computer generated babes, illustrated erotica, galleries of cartoons and, last but not least, a flash movie. All of which is updated monthly. "Cuntoons" is also a "CyberAge Platinum" site. So if you're into 3D babes, cartoons, adult comix, etc., then this is a great site to check out.
""REAL" Amateur Women & Teens" is a site devoted to the Amateur side of adult porn. The photos are not high quality. Most of the photos were taken with either a polaroid or a consumer grade digital camera - which deffo adds to the Amateur look. If you're into "Amateurs" then ""REAL" Amateur Women & Teens" is deffo the site for you. It has 6 galleries with over 300 Amateur photos PLUS an Amateur Pregnant Gallery. Of course... all galleries are updated monthly with EXCLUSIVE PHOTOS. And yes, the polaroid pics really are exclusive. I know... because I shot them. You will only find these photographs on my sites and no where else on the net!!! I think that makes it kinda kewl :o) The site layout is very surfer friendly: easy to navigate, no hidden links, no consoles, no pop-ups, no entrapments of any kind and banner advertising is kept to a strict minimum. ""REAL" Amateur Women & Teens" is an Adult Check GOLD site - which means it's a good deal, has high quality and also gives you FREE ACCESS to thousands of other Adult Check sites.
"Sex Safari" is a good site. Everything about the site is good: the design, the content, everything. And the best thing is... it's a MEGA site! Which means that it has a ton of content (photos). The site has 6 galleries of Asian, Black & Latina babes, plus 2 comix galleries, plus 2 illustrated erotica galleries and a huge antique porn gallery. Of course each of these galleries are updated on a monthly basis with fresh new content. "Sex Safari" is a proud member of the "CyberSex Prestige" AVS system. If you become a member then you get free access to thousands of other adult sites, adult movies, streaming videos, live chat and lots more. It truly is a very good deal!
"Somnophilia"
is a CyberSex
Prestige PLUS site. There are eight fully loaded galleries with over
400 photos of sweet & innocent sleeping girls. There is also a special
bonus gallery with Hentai & Anime artwork of sleeping babes PLUS beautiful
paintings of sleeping women from the Old World Masters. The galleries are
updated with brand new pictures of Sexy Sleeping Beauties each and every
month. This site is very well done, nice design, easy to navigate and extremely
surfer friendly. There are dozens and dozens of high quality samples to
view. There are no pop-ups, no hidden links and no entrapments of any kind.
"Somnophilia" is
a very erotic and sensual fetish and this site handles the genre quite
well. I absolutely love this site. It's a definite turn-on. And
because
"Somnophilia"
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 & videos, personal ads and much, much more. Really, check
"Somnophilia" out.
You won't be disappointed.
posted by: Neo ©
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Wednesday, January 19, 2005
posted by: Neo ©
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In my youth, I got a vasectomy. I didn't have any children, just a jaded worldview. The doctor lectured me about the permanence of my decision, or at least the expense of changing my mind. When he finished, I still believed that families were guilt factories and that people could do without them. I also considered the Middle East a global tumor. Then, one day, something happened. I was meditating in the closet when a what-if seeped into my brain: What if my wife Yahaira dies? What will remain of our love? The pain penetrated as if it were already true. I panicked. When I emerged from the closet, I knew what I had to do: bear a child. I arrived at the hospital with my life savings, for that is how much it costs to reverse a vasectomy. The nurse asked me to sign away my life, then laid me in bed. The anesthesia man injected me with pixie dust and started to melt. The nurse said something extremely slowly, then she melted too. Four hours later, I was a new man. I was crippled. There are sensitive areas on your body—eyelids, nose hairs, underneath your fingernails—then there are the testes, hub of all sensation. No matter how tough a man may act, he is always one swift kick away from nausea, paralysis, uncontrolled cursing, and fervent religious devotion. That is how I woke up in the hospital. All I could feel was a prickling below the belt and a draft on my backside. I tried to roll over to cover my bum when a fireball shot through my stomach, up my chest and out of my mouth: “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” A nurse's head appeared above. “Are you all right, hon?” “I can't move.” “That's okay, hon. Your wife is here.” Yahaira's head appeared above. “You look like hell,” she said. So it goes. The anesthesia circled back to my brain, and I got the giggles. I'm not sure what was so funny—pretty much the fact that I was laughing. I had slipped into that half-conscious delirium where some people are lucky enough to live. I started doing standup. “Hey, babe, ever bagged a eunuch?” “I wouldn't get near that thing—it’s loaded.” Yahaira drove home at 5 mph to protect the goods. Joggers passed us with questioning glances. It felt strange to be in the sun. Society didn't seem right. I belonged on the mother ship, where they experiment on my organs. At home, I walked into a jungle of get-well balloons, a stack of videos, and a little bell on my nightstand. Wouldn't you cut open your privates for a woman like that? For the next three days, I sat in bed watching movies and testing my bell. Yahaira took it in stride, but I could see her wince at the ringing. It was like Pavlov's bell, only it triggered a different kind of saliva. Dingaling. “Can you get me some water?” Dingaling. “Can you bring me my book?” Dingaling. “Can you read me my book?” I regretted the water. In case you don't have syphilis, that is what it feels like to pee after a vasectomy. Once someone carries you to the bathroom, you carefully peel away your undies and, with the precision of a man diffusing a bomb, remove your member from its bloody gauze. Then you hang on for life. Besides that, it was more or less like being kicked in the balls every hour on the hour. The Vicadin doesn't block the pain; it just confuses it with the feeling that you're about to vomit. The doctor suggested that I buy underwear that is two sizes too small. Me, I became a boxers guy the day they mocked my “tighty whities” in high school. Today I have new respect for cotton briefs and all the men who wear them. It has been a week since the operation, and my parts are getting better. I tie my shoes all by myself and can sit in a chair without crying. This morning Yahaira brought me a card that read, “I miss you this much.” When I opened it up, a condom fell out. It won't be long till I can use it, but I'm
going to hold out as long as possible—I’m having too much fun with this
bell.
posted by: Jason
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posted by: Neo
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Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Secret Obsessions - Wrist Straps & Neck Collar Choker Set was supplied
for the photo shoot by
Eros
Boutique – a great place for all your sexual pleasures. Click on the
link and check it out - Eros
Boutique.
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Mmmm... Latina Girls...
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Monday, January 17, 2005
posted by: Swenson
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1. The church service was under way and they pasted the collection plate. When the preacher saw a $100.00 bill in the collection plate, he stop the service and announced " Who ever put the $100.00 bill in the plate please stand up". A gay man stood up and said " I did". The preacher told him " Since you put that money in the plate I would like to let you pick out three hymns." Excitedly, the gay guy said, " Well I'll take him and him and him. 2. In Jerusalem, an American female journalist heard about an old rabbi who visited the Wailing Wall to pray -- twice a day, everyday -- for a long, long time. In an effort to check out the story, she goes to the holy site and there he is! She watches the bearded old man at prayer and after about 45 minutes, when he turns to leave, she approaches him for an interview. "I'm Elizabeth Smith from CNN, Sir. Just how long have you been coming to the Wailing Wall and praying?" "For about 50 years," he informs her. "50 years! That's amazing! Exactly what do you pray for?" "I pray for peace between the Jews and the Arabs. I pray for all the hatred to stop and I pray for all our children to grow up in safety and friendship." "And how do you feel, Sir, after doing this for 50 years? "Like I'm talking to a fucking wall..." 3.
A couple goes on vacation to a fishing resort in northern Minnesota. The
husband likes to fish at the crack of dawn, the wife likes to read. One
morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides
to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to
take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and continues
to read her book. Along comes a game warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside
the woman and says, "Good morning Ma'am. What are you doing?" "Reading
a book," She replies, (Thinking, "Isn't that obvious?") "You're in a restricted
fishing area," he informs her. "I'm sorry officer, but I'm not fishing,
I'm reading." "Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you
could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up."
"If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says the
woman. "But I haven't even touched you," says the game warden. "That's
true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at
any moment." "Have a nice day ma'am", and he left.
posted by: Neo
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Sunday, January 16, 2005 Jade Moore is petite, 21 year old, 4’11, 100 lb, Asian Spinner. She has just-past-the-shoulder, dark-brown hair with blonde streaks running through it, brown bedroom eyes, really sexy and full, nicely shaped “blow-job” lips, a big beautiful smile with braces on her bottom teeth, a pierced tongue, a nice 32-24-33 figure, a flat, very lickable, stomach, a cute butt, nicely muscled thighs, an inviting “doggy-style” arch, the typical tattoo on her lower back, plus another on her left shoulder blade, and a completely shaved pussy with beautiful dark brown lipps. (See this week's Blogger Babe Pic)! I saw Jade's photo in an Agent's book and immediately knew that I wanted
to meet her, fall madly in love with, marry and live the rest of my life
with her. Not to mention – have hot and wild sex with her… Dang, I sound
like a broken record. I think I've had these same thoughts with a quite
a few other models that I've worked with (or wanted to work with). But
hey, that's what's great about having a wonderful, active and very horny
imagination. Anyway, I saw her pic and knew that I wanted to photograph
her. I am such a sucker for a petite girl – especially a petite “Asian”
girl. I asked the agent to have her call me and within an hour the phone
rang. Visions of Jade, nude on my bed, ran through my head as I ran to
answer her call. It wasn't her! Dang! But the phone rang a few minutes
later and still… it was not her. Double Dang! I kept thinking “Why hasn't
she called?” Then I had to remember that I just talked with her agent,
not even an hour ago. I needed to give it some time. After all, most models
take days, if not weeks, to call. The phone rang again. “Hello?” Woo-Hoo!
It was… dang… still not her! Ok, that's it. I give up. My dreams dashed
again. Ring. Ring. I took a big dejected breath and answered the phone
again. My heart smiled. It was Jade.
Usually, I always set up an interview with a model. Mostly because, as I have said before, models are flakes and I need to see if they will even show up for the interview, much less the actual photo shoot. Also, interviewing a model lets me see if they are psycho bitches that are going come back in the middle of the night, call at all hours, stalk me, or say bad things about my dog. Plus, the interview gives me an out if any of the above is true or if I simply just don't like them. Yeah, yeah, I know… I'm a prima-donna, but I refuse to work with a model that I don't like. Anyway, I didn't set up an interview with Jade. She said “Hello” and I said “You're hired!” It was pretty simple and that was that. The new love of my life… Uh, I mean, Jade… showed up the next day for
the shoot. Now I have to be honest. Jade is a model and she was
15 minutes late. But to be fair and also to show how responsible she is,
she did call and say that she was going to be a few minutes late. I was
really falling for this Hotttie.
Anyway, she showed up, and for the rest of the day I was like a love-sick puppy. I was infatuated with her. And the more we shot, the worse it got. While looking through the lens at her tiny waist, her cute butt and her absolutely gorgeous lips (upper and lower), I just kept thinking that this girl is not only, sexy and pretty, but she has really nice features – photographically speaking of course. I'm serious. The more I looked at her, the more I wanted to crawl through the lens and, not only capture her, but be captured with her - forever. I know that might sound really corny, but hey, I'm between shoots right now, she's fresh on my mind, I am still very infatuated with her, and also, not to mention, horny as hell. The shoot went really well. Aside from all the flirting (mostly by me), we got a lot done and we had a good time doing it. Oh my… we really got a lot done. Jade was a gem (pun intended) to work with. She moved from pose to pose to pose with barely any direction from me. I really think that she must have been reading my mind, because every time I was about to give her a direction, she was thinking the same thing and already doing it. And some of the poses mixed with some of the slutty, (nice slutty, not bad slutty) looks on her face was definitely starting to do IT for me. Goodness. The girl of my dreams. Well, actually, not the girl of my dreams, but pretty dang close. I'm not a fan of faddish piercings and/or tattoos and I'm certainly not into shaved vaginas (well, not any more), but with Jade, I could certainly overlook these minor “Red Flags”. Besides… piercings will close up and pussy hair can grow back. So, I think I can deal with a couple tattoos. As I was saying, the shoot went really well. In a little less than three
hours we did TEN different setups, including: cheerleader, schoolgirl,
masturbation, voyeur, and webcam. We then did a very hot & very sexy
bondage scene where Jade was bound by a "7 Piece Fantasy Restraint Kit"
(supplied by Eros
Boutique).
And finally, we did a Somnophilia
(sleeping girl) scene. I really like the sleeping girl stuff. A major turn-on
to be photographing (and fondling – heheheh) an “innocent” sleeping
girl – Wow! I got to touch every moist crevice. Oh, all professionally
of course!
I did not want the shoot to end, but, like all good things, it had to end. Jade started to get dressed and before she could put her clothes on, I walked up to her, took her hand and led her into my bedroom. Remember earlier where I wrote “Visions of Jade, nude on my bed”? Well a moment later, she was… And this time I didn't have a camera in my hand. But don't get the wrong idea. I'm really not that guy that I fantasize about being. I'm a nice guy and I'm a professional. Not to mention that I also think I'm a stupid professional, especially for not taking advantage of opportunities when they present themselves to me – Arrgggg!!! Anyway, Jade was now nude in my bed, laying on her stomach and I was giving her a really nice full-body massage. See, I am a nice guy. While I was massaging her we talked a lot. A LOT! She's intelligent, she's Asian, she has a college degree, she's cute, she's well spoken, she's petite, she has a good sense of humor, she has nice lips, she seems very in touch with the world, and, she didn't say anything about having a boyfriend – Woo-Hoo! Jade certainly doesn't act like a psycho bitch or even like the typical girl that does this type of work. I think that I'm really falling for her. Ouch! And is it ever gonna hurt when I land back on the ground. Like the beginning of the last paragraph - I did not want the massage
& talk to end, but, like all good things, it had to end and Jade had
to leave. But before she left, we discussed getting together for “reciprocal”
massages and to do another photo shoot. Artistic, not Adult! Jade gave
me a nice hug and then left with my heart. But all is not lost, she said
that she would grow some pubic hair for me :o)
Anyway, if you want to see more of Jade Moore, you can check her out
at Somnophilia.com
- Sex with Sleeping Girls.
posted by: Neo ©
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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) 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," "Triple X Toons," "Kinky Komix," "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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