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Hhmmmnn,
Sounds like that could be the opening line to a Comics routine, but no it came straight out of God’s mouth. When I read those words from Genesis 3:11 so many thoughts pop into my head. One of the first being, “Is God cool?” I mean in the sense that he let Adam and Eve run around all day long on with no clothes on and the awesome thing about it was that they were’nt even aware of it and just went about their daily business. There was no shame in their game. God said it was “good” when he made man. Another thing that I think is that the human body is beautiful and this should help to contribute a healthy sense of self esteem to all of us. If God thinks his creation looks good then we should love how we look and appreciate the unique and wonderful qualities that He has given to us individually. The third thing that pops into my head was that after Adam and Eve sinned-they were the ones covering up.They were the first to put some clothes on. Sin brought shame. How many of us (me included) did something or participated in something that we didn’t feel quite right about and that old feeling of shame came upon you? I know it has happened to me before. And notice how Adam and Eve took a sewing class somewhere and got to sewing some fig leaves together (what needle and thread did they use?) because in order to walk before a perfect God with no sin we can be naked/transparent but as soon as sin is in the mix we must be covered. But their covering was insufficient because it was just a leaves. God covered them with the skin of animals.
So what’s the big idea/point? Their covering is a type or an analogy of how God views sin. Sin is bad and God required the blood of an innocent animal to cover the sin. But animals although they provided a way for sin to be covered in the Old Testament were never the perfect substitute. That is why Jesus Christ, who was without sin, spot or wrinkle shed his innocent blood for all mankind. Just so that when we receive him as our Savior God see’s us through Jesus’ perfection. Once we accept Jesus Christ into our heart as our Lord and Savior, his blood covers our sins (when we confess them) and just one drop of His blook is good enough to cover the whole sins of the world.
You see sin was introduced through Adam and Eve and continues on today because of them but-God made a way that we could still enjoy that perfect union through his son Jesus Christ when we receive and accept His sacrifice.
So the next time you are getting dressed in the morning, remember it was God who first said, “Who told you-you were naked”
Pastor Michel
P.S. If you would like to receive the perfect sacrifice of the Lord Jesus Christ-Then pray this prayer:
Dear Jesus Christ, please come into my heart. I ask you to be the Lord and Savior of my life. I believe that you died on the cross and rose again on the third day. I accept your sacrifice for me on Calvary. Please save me and show me how to live a life loving you. In Jesus name. Amen.
If you prayed that prayer-please tell someone. You can let us know here. Find a bible and read it everyday and find other believers you can hang out with! God Bless you for doing it!!
Wikimedia Commons describes Jean Agélou (1878-1921) briefly as a photographer who “produced nude and risque photographs from 1900 until about 1917. Jean Agélou published most of his nudes under the initials JA. His most famous model was a woman known as “Fernande”.” It is notable that the first illustration in the article on Erotica in Wikipedia is one of the Jean Agélou’s Fernandes. “Miss Fernande” is considered as a kind of erotic icon celebrated in Europe in the first decades of the 20th century. Here is one quote from the website devoted to her:
Little is known about the lovely Fernande, not even her last name (the postcards only indicate “Miss Fernande”). Though she is largely forgotten today, her photographs are still collected worldwide by an ardent following.
It is believed that she was born about 1892 in Paris, France. She was a beautiful model for Jean Agelou in the 1910’s and apparently into the 1920’s. She lived downtown Paris in a hotel just two doors away from Jean Agelou’s studio. There exist different versions and ideas about her real name and origin. Nothing is known for sure. Somebody calls Miss Fernande the First Lady of Erotica. Her beauty survived in that French postcards. But what if she didn’t dare to participate in risqué modeling jobs?
Miss Fernande by Jean Agélou (1910-1917)
JA Serie 39 by Jean Agélou
Miss Fernande by Jean Agélou (1910-1917)
Links
1. Jean Agélou – Wikimedia Commons
2. French Posctards MISS FERNANDE, JEAN AGELOU, JA STUDIOS Erotic Postcards
3. Miss Fernande
4. Erotica – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Ever since Christy was nine years old her next door neighbor had teased her mercilessly. By calling her a little boy no matter how many times she insisted on telling him that she was a girl. Even after Christy entered puberty and the curves of her body began to fill out as the brown haired and flat chested waif became a young woman. The old man who lived next door would still call out, “Hey there little boy.” each and every time he saw her only to laugh at her whenever Christy insisted that she was indeed a female of the human species. So that by the time Christy turned eighteen the brown haired and well endowed goddess had just about had enough of her next door neighbor.
One afternoon when she knew that her next door neighbor was at home alone and her parents were out and about at the grocery store. Christy decided to put an end to the teasing once and for all as she pulled on an over sized tee shirt over the string bikini she was wearing. Then left her parents home and walked over to the house that sat next door where Christy had lived ever since she was nine years old.
Unaware that he was about to be ambushed by his next door neighbors eighteen year old daughter. The brown haired and sky blue eyed Poet sat at his desk composing a poem. When Christy walked into his home as she was accustomed to doing without knocking and asked to borrow some sun tan lotion. Who took off the oversized tee shirt she was wearing and tossed it onto a chair in the livingroom.
Where it lay out of the way as the brown haired and well endowed eighteen year old goddess marched through her next door neighbors home. Walking down the stairs two at a time as Christy headed straight for the basement and her brown haired and sky blue eyed next door neighbors office. On her self appointed mission to teach the self described Poet a lesson that he was unlikely to forget no matter how old and senile he became over the years.
“Can I borrow some sun tan lotion?” Christy asked as she slipped quietly inside her brown haired, sky blue eyed and muscular next door neighbor office. Nor could the brown haired and well endowed eighteen year old girl help but pleased with herself. When Christy saw the dirty old man jump in his chair, behind whom she was standing, as she succeeded in her mission to him by complete surprise.
“Hey there little boy I wasn’t expecting you to come over today…” the aging brown haired and sky blue eyed former two legged dear hunter said as he spun his chair around to face his next door neighbors brown haired and well endowed eighteen year old daughter. Who could already feel herself becoming wet between her silky smooth thighs with the desire to taken like a woman by a real man.
Before the brown haired and sky blue eyed Poet could utter another word. Christy leaped up onto the former two legged dear hunter’s lap, who instinctively wrapped his arms about the hard and hot body of his next door neighbors daughter, as Christy reached up behind her neck. Where the hot lil mama’s fingers quickly pulled apart the strings holding together the top of the solid black string bikini that the horny eighteen year old girl was wearing.
“Do little boys have a pair of these.” the topless daughter of his next door neighbor asked petulantly as she cupped the luscious orbs of her rack within her hands and thrust them into the Poet’s face.
Instead of saying something stupid, the former brown haired and sky blue eyed two legged dear hunter, and self described Poet. Chose to go along with the flow by allowing the raging and out of control hormonal current of his next door neighbors daughter to overwhelm his common sense. By diving head first into the luscious valley that lay between the orbs of Christy’s melon sized breasts. Where the Poet rooted like a starving pig to his hearts content even as his rock hard and throbbing cock became all the harder and throbbed all the more.
Taking control of the situation like the real man and two legged dear hunter he truly still was deep down inside where it really counted. The brown haired and sky blue eyed Poet cupped the twin ovals of his next door neighbors daughter tight little ass firmly within the palms of his hands. As he lifted Christy, who responded my wrapping her arms about the dirty old man’s neck who lived next door, into the air as he stood to his feet and carried the well endowed eighteen year old goddess. Over to the couch that sat in front of the wall on the other side of his office where the self described Poet laid Christy down on her back. Then proceeded to take off his own clothes after which the brown haired and sky blue eyed two legged dear hunter. Pulled off the solid black string bikini that Christy was wearing then slipped between his next door neighbors well endowed daughters well toned and silky smooth thighs.
Taking his time the brown haired and sky blued self described Poet’s lips made their way down the front of his next door neighbors daughter’s body. Licking and nibbling teasingly even as the two legged dear hunter’s fingers intentionally aroused Christy by caressing her luscious curves. By exploring the luscious valley of his unsuspecting wife’s latest sexual rival and nemesis.
As well as climbed the mountains of the inexperienced teenage girls breasts even as the self described Poet eagerly tasted the cherries of Christy’s nipples and the oasis of her belly button. As his lips marched down the flat and well toned plains of his eighteen year old lovers stomach and abdomen. Then slipped through the forest of the soft and silky triangular patch of the fur of Christy’s public hair like the relentless horde of am invading army.
Until at last the self described Poet deliberately stepped off the cliff of Christy’s mound only to land face first down onto the honeycomb of the teenage girls wetness. Who responded by throwing back her head as she began moaning and sighing uncontrollably as the brown haired and sky blued eyed former two legged dear hunter. Intentionally drove his next door neighbors eighteen year old daughter into a sexual frenzy with his tongue.
“Please don’t stop!” the brown haired and well endowed eighteen year old girl called down to her next door neighbor. Who responded by redoubling his efforts to drive Christy into a sexual frenzy with his tongue, as his next door neighbors wayward daughter pressed the honeycomb of her hot and wet pussy even harder up against his mouth.
Until at last before the volcano building up to an intense climatic explosion within the loins of his next door neighbors wayward daughter erupted. The brown haired and sky blue eyed former two legged dear hunter leaped upwards and pounced down on top of Christy like a cat on a mouse. Even as the self described Poet reached down and grasped the lance of his manhood firmly within his right hand. Then pressed the tip of his little head up against the untouched (until that very moment) flower of his next door neighbors wayward daughters femininity.
Who once again threw her head back even as Christy instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around her next door neighbors muscular body. Even as she cried when at last the eighteen year old wayward goddess felt the entrance of her hot and wet pussy. Spread open for the very first time as the rock hard and throbbing dagger of the self described Poet’s cock popped her cherry. As the entire length of the brown haired and sky blue eyed two legged dear hunter’s manhood slid upwards into the welcoming warmth of the sheath of Christy’ love canal.
Now the walls of the self described Poet’ basement office echoed with the mingled grunts, sighs, moans and cries of the dirty old man and his lover. As they mated in a frenzy on the couch in a tangle of arms and legs until at last with a mighty rush. The brown haired and sky blue eyed two legged dear hunter and the well endowed wayward daughter of his unsuspecting next door neighbors came together as one. At the very beginning of a social disapproved sexual affair that would last for many years to cum.
A Malaysian wife claims she was forced to have sex with more than 50 foreigners after her husband started having erectile problems four years ago.
The 61-year-old woman, identified only as Chia, ran away from her home in Sarawak March 6 and sought refuge with MCA Public Services because she could no longer withstand the “crazy acts” of her 66-year-old husband, the Star Online reports.
The woman said her husband recruited men from nearby rubber estates and supervised her on sexual positions and moves while he videotaped them having sex. He would assault her if she refused to do the acts.
Chia said the abuse started when the widower she married 12 years ago started having erection problems. She only kept silent about the abuses until now because she didn’t want her ill parents to worry about her.
In return for having sex with his wife, Chia’s husband would buy the workers beer or pay their cell phone bills.
It was unclear if charges had been filed against her husband. Public Services is helping Chia seek legal advice.
bron: blogs.app.com [16-3-2010]
Amanda Seyfried In ‘Esquire’: Dons Lingerie, Body Stocking (PHOTOS)
Amanda Seyfried has a sexy spread in the April issue of Esquire, and in the interview she talks about her raw food diet and her roles in ‘Jennifer’s Body’ and the upcoming ‘Chloe,’ in which she plays a prostitute hired by Julianne Moore.
“It’s intense,” she said of her diet. “And sort of awful. Yesterday for lunch? Spinach. Just spinach. Spinach and some seeds.”
You can read the whole interview and see more pictures here.
It’s her: the twenty-four-year-old actress who emerged from adolescence as the sexy Mormon daughter on HBO’s Big Love. She was the most memorable of Tina Fey’s mean girls, which is to say, the dumb one. The most memorable corpus delicti in last year’s Jennifer’s Body, which is to say, the needy one. The single sunny nod to youth as Meryl Streep’s daughter in the creepily nostalgic vapor that was Mamma Mia! Her days of playing a teenager might have ended, though — just — with her intense and sexy pass as a call girl in Chloe, which opens March 26. Right there in the dim light of a damp afternoon, it’s Amanda Seyfried, peeking into the doorways of businesses that can’t quite decide if they’re open.
Finally she locates a deserted bar that isn’t serving lunch, where she plops down and pulls out a plastic box containing enough tabbouleh to stuff a softball. “I’m on a raw-food diet,” she declares, raising her brows to make her eyes even bigger. “It’s intense. And sort of awful. Yesterday for lunch? Spinach. Just spinach. Spinach and some seeds.” She says the last word, seeds, and leans into the long vowel sound, scrunching her nose, making the word sound like a comic discovery. At times Seyfried traipses along as if she were the only one in the room who doesn’t know she’s adorable.
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She tempted me with her fruit
round and pink-tipped
and I took them in my hands
and weighed them against my hunger
and bent to breathe in their frangrance
and they were ripe in musk and blush and curve
and placed my lips there
beneath the heavy-laden trees
of the sweet-smelling orchard
and tasted salt and spice
and took the fruit of my woman
into my mouth and it was good
in the taking and in the giving
And so it was in that garden
that she held in her nimble
gathering hands my curious sprout
thick and hard as a rib bone
and she took it into her
all at one time and in too
she sucked the breath of life
fully into her sun-kissed chest
and she cried out O
you have made me with your rib
whole woman to my man
like the beasts and the birds
and the blooming flowers of the field
Then in our joining
and moving together there was
like a digging in soft moist loam
and there was dug in that fertile ground
a hollow place for sowing seed
and this was our knowledge
our secret place to come to joyfully
so that as we walked hand in hand
her hips flowed full as the garden brook
in spring and gently nudged against me
and we traveled east in our new clothes
with a swelling in her belly we named boy
and a swelling in our hearts we named love.
A 50-year-old man flipped out and killed his girlfriend and two other men after walking in on them having a threesome at her Brooklyn apartment, police said.
Hours later, the jilted lover admitted to cops he was so furious that he carved up the two mens’ bodies and dumped them somewhere in New Jersey.
“He made statements implicating himself in the deaths,” said NYPD spokesman Paul Browne, regarding the triple homicide at 1518 Eastern Parkway in Brownsville.
It is unclear whether three victims were shot or beaten to death.
The suspect spotted his 51-year-old girlfriend having sex with the two men shortly after midnight and left a voicemail with a friend saying he killed the three of them, cops said.
sports_page quigo_lowerThe message, was passed on to cops, led them to the woman’s first floor pad about 2 p.m. The suspect was found hovering over her dead body in a back bedroom.
He admitted to the murders and was taken to the 73rd Precinct in Brownsville for questioning.
Regine Nole, a 46-year-old home attendant who lives across the street from the murder scene, said the suspect “didn’t look afraid or upset” when cops escorted him out of the building.
“He just put his head down and went into the police car,” Nole said.
Lulu Facey, 30, who lives in an apartment a floor above the murdered woman, said she heard a lot of screaming late last night and “someone yelling ‘Help! Help!’” But Facey did nothing and “went to sleep” because she thought the commotion was over dogs barking at another apartment.
Nole said she heard from neighbors that the woman was “beaten to death.”
“She was dating more than one guy and just moved into this apartment three weeks ago,” she said.
bron: www.nypost.com
Go outside sometime, on a clear winter night.
Go into the backyard, a field, a woodlot, a darkened alley, down the beach; some place you won’t be seen.
Look into the sky, stare unceasing. After you get bored of the stars, the satellites, the blackness, take off your jacket; toss it to the ground.
Wait a few minutes and then pull off your sweater, now your pants. After a few more minutes, peel off your T-shirt, your underwear, your socks—whatever is keeping your flesh warm—and finally your shoes.
Take a few steps back from your stuff and stand naked. Let the chill set in. You can move around to try to stay warm, but play this game until you shiver, convulse; get near-death-sick.
At the point of shock, go to your pile, grab everything; put it all on, fast as a fireman. Run.
Now go back to your warm place; the box with a roof and windows and perhaps a fireplace.
The winter stars were watching all this, not amused.
CS
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A woman who walked through Wal-Mart naked had been released from a local psychiatric ward hours before the incident, according to the Terrebonne Parish, Louisiana, Sheriff’s Office.
Employees called a deputy just before 6 p.m. to report the 24-year-old, who was walking completely unclothed in the Martin Luther King Boulevard store’s food section, said Maj. Malcolm Wolfe, a Sheriff’s Office spokesman. When the deputy asked her why she was naked, she replied, “God wanted me to show the world what I really look like,” according to the deputy’s report.
The deputy handcuffed the woman and covered her with a blanket. She was returned to the psychiatric ward at Leonard J. Chabert Medical Center, where she had been released two hours before, Wolfe said.
The report does not indicate how she arrived at the store or when she undressed. No charges were filed.
So I’m back home. Spring break. At LAST.
I totally needed this. Badly. And this time I think I’m finally spending Spring Break the way I’ve always wanted to – quietly being productive. In the self/mind sense of the word ‘productive’.
I’ve got my hair cut. Another application filled out. Clean clothes. Visited with family. And still have more things planned for tomorrow and the days after that (including MUSE – AHHHHH!!!! 
:D:D:D).
I think I’ve moved up another level in maturity as well. I don’t know, coming back home this time was different.
First of all, I noticed the house-smell. You know what I mean. How your friends and family members – their houses have these unique smells to them. Not bad smells, good smells. And whenever you smell it, it reminds you of that family or friend. If I’m away for a long period of time, I can smell the smell of my parent’s house when I come home and I love it. It’s very earthy, woods-y type smell.
But I also feel like having this privilege of smelling the house smell means that I don’t necessarily live here anymore. It’s like the last secret of this place has finally been unlocked for me now that I’ve left. It’s bittersweet.
I’ve noticed a lot about my mother lately as well. How much of life I don’t feel she has explored. Because of closemindedness or fear or what have you. To feel like I’ve surpassed my own mother in life’s knowledge…it’s a very strange feeling as well. And now I’m sort of sounding egotistical, so I’ll move on.
One of my second cousins wrote a book of poetry, and my grandma bought me a copy of it because she knows how much I love writing. It’s really good stuff, but I feel very odd reading it. Poetry itself is cool, but when you read the poetry of someone you know…it’s almost like seeing them naked. Any type of meaningful writing is like that I guess.
I like it. But it’s awkward.
My head also still feels funny from when I rolled down a hill in Forest Park several days ago. I know I’m not including everything I wanted to talk about in this post, but oh well. Not like many, if any, people read this anyway.
Woo.
A rollercoaster fanatic has let it all hang out for charity – by tackling some of Britain’s biggest rides naked.
Richard Jones, 27, rode Nemesis at Alton Towers in the nude after travelling across America and Europe to tackle 298 different roller coasters and clock up a total of 10,000 rides.
Mr Jones, a Morrisons supermarket worker who lives with his parents in Churchdown, near Cheltenham, Glos., admitted the naked rides ”were very cold”.
”Ever since I was four I have been hooked on roller coasters. It’s an escape from time because it takes you somewhere you don’t normally go,” he said.
”Hurtling along at 80 mph also gets the adrenaline going. Doing it naked is a lot more difficult because it does get very cold.
”But it was still a good experience and I will definitely be doing it again in the future. I have broken world records and raised money for charity through my roller coaster riding.”
Mr Jones fell in love with roller coasters aged just four when his parents took him on the Zipper Dipper in Blackpool.
Since then he has ridden a total of 298 different roller coasters with his favourite the 400ft (122m) Top Thrill Dragster in Ohio, America.
In May 2004 he broke the Guinness world record for the largest naked roller coaster ride when he tackled Nemesis Inferno at Thorpe Park with 112 other fans.
He has now staged his second naked ride on Alton Towers’ Nemesis with 32 friends to raise money for charity.
One of his favourite roller coasters is The Big One in Blackpool, which he has ridden over 1,000 times.
Mr Jones also rides Megaphobia at Oakwood in Wales for eight hours non-stop every year to raise money for charity.
WOW
100 anonymously nude posts…
absolutely ever so worth celebrating
homemade orange cake, candles and
me
the candles got ever so uproarious
crazy candle glow
and me
Apparently a family in NJ built the above “topless” snowlady in their yard, and a neighbor complained about the “bare bosom” enough that police ordered the family to cover it up. They did, but said it seemed more sexualized after putting the bikini on than before. I have to agree. I didn’t see anything wrong with the way it was. It looked like a naked mannequin, which we all see–including our kids–all the time. If you ever take your kids to the Met Museum and let them go in the Greek and Roman section, they’ll see the same thing, so why is it such a big deal that someone made a “naked” snowlady in the yard that they own? Seriously, some people need to chill.
Hey there, or should I say, Aloha? I think if you asked most people in the United States, they’d tell you that the place that they’d most like to retire would be Hawaii. Well, let’s just say one thing. Hawaii is a way of life and if you want to live there, you need to learn a little bit about the people and the language. It isn’t just about volcanoes, luaus, hula skirts and catching the perfect wave. Well, maybe it is a little bit about that, but you can’t enjoy it unless you adopt that aloha spirit first. So take off your clothes, work on that full body tan and sink your toes in the sand.
Want to look up my grass skirt? Want to see this wahine in her bikini? Well let me tell you a little about the 50th state in our union! Come in and join my luau. I promise you’ll get to see me sway my hips!
Another month has passed and that means it’s once more time for our Google special. You know, the one where we share what people googled whe they ended up here on our blog. Most of the time it’s just normal stuff like “Bella and Edward”, “Taylor Lautner naked” and stuff like that. But from time to time there are real gems which we just have to share with you. So this is Finding our Blog via Google Vol.4, enjoy! (Wow, I can’t believe we already run this site for four months…)
The 100 Monkeys and their banana mascot... SUCK!
taylor lautner on best abs list: There’s a best abs list? Like best dressed? Why didn’t I know about that? I’m a sucker for abs! I NEED that list. Immediately! Anyone having that list? Send it over! NOW!
how does bella give birth to renesmee: You don’t wanna know that. Not really. Trust me! You DON’T!
100 monkeys suck: Uhm yes, they do! You’re absolutely right here on our blog cause they suck BADLY. And I said so in a couple of post. And I won’t take it back. Sorry Jackson…
bella’s plaid shirt in eclipse: Rob, is that you? I KNEW you would like that shirt. But why do you have to google that? Did you forget to strip it off Kristen and take it home with you? Do you want it for yourself or as a present for her? Did she force you to get her that shirt? Uhoh, you better hurry up then or you’ll be stuck with La Stew sourpuss having every action between the sheets cancelled ifyouknowwhatimean.
Bella pregnant with a demon baby or Kristen with Rob's lovechild?
is bella pregnant in real life: Ah, I’ve prepared a whole post about that. Why are there so many people who just don’t get the difference? Bella Swan is a fictional character. Which means she doesn’t even exist in “real life”. If you mean Kristen Stewart, then the answer is no. She’s not pregnant with Rob’s lovechild… yet. (Just kidding, you know me. I don’t believe there’s ever going to be such a thing as a Rob and Kristen lovechild…)
http://mamasoul.wordpress.com: Omg, my mum has a blog? Are you kidding me? First of all, how did she find this blog here? Cause she must have, otherwise she wouldn’t know that I call her Mama Soul. I mean, obviously that’s not what I call her in real life. So she found out about this secret blog of mine and started one of her own? Do you think she posts super embarrassing childhood pics of me there? Honestly Mama Soul, what DO you do on your blog? I die if she makes fun of Twilight there…
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These are only a few examples of what people google when they suddenly stumble upon our beloved blog. So how did you find our blog? Came across it by accident? Googled “Tom Sturridge and Robert Pattinson 4eva”? Let us know! Leave a comment or e-mail us!
(images: google)
At my recent assault trial, I offered a plea of “Guilty with an explanation…” The judge asked me what my explanation was, so I told my story.
“Your Honor,” I said, “I had a mammogram appointment, which I actually kept. I was met with: ‘Hi! I’m Belinda!’ This perky clipboard carrier smiled from ear to ear, tilted her head to one side and crooned, ‘All I need you to do is step into this room right here, strip to the waist, then slip on this gown. Everything clear?’
I’m thinking, ‘Belinda, try decaf. This ain’t rocket science.’ Belinda skipped away to prepare the chamber of horrors.
With the right side finished, Belinda flipped me (literally) to the left and said, ‘Hmmmm. Can you stand on your tippy toes and lean in a tad so we can get everything?’
‘Fine’, I answered. I was freezing, bruised, and out of air, so why not use the remaining circulation in my legs and neck and finish me off? My body was in a holding pattern that defied gravity (with my other breast wedged between those two 4 inch pieces of square glass) when we heard, then felt a zap!
Complete darkness and the power went off! ‘Oh, maintenance is working. Bet they hit a snag.’ Belinda said, and headed for the door.
‘Excuse me! You’re not leaving me in this vise alone are you?’ I shouted.
Belinda kept going and said, ‘Oh, you fussy puppy…the door’s wide open so you’ll have the emergency hall lights. I’ll be right back.’
Before I could shout ‘NOOOO!’ she disappeared. And that’s exactly how Bubba and Earl, maintenance men extraordinaire, found me… half-naked with part of me dangling from the Jaws of Life, and the other part smashed between glass! After exchanging a polite ‘Hi, how’s it going’ type greeting, Bubba (or possibly Earl) asked, to my utter disbelief, if I knew the power was off.
Trying to disguise my hysteria, I replied with as much calmness as possible ‘Uh, yes, yes I did thanks.’
‘You bet, take care’ Bubba replied and waved good-bye as though I’d been standing in the line at the grocery store.
Two hours later, Belinda breezes in wearing a sheepish grin. Making no attempt to suppress her amusement, she said, ‘Oh, I am sooo sorry!’ The power came back on and I totally forgot about you! And silly me, I went to lunch. Are we upset?’
And that, Your Honor, is exactly how her head ended up between the clamps….”
The judge could hardly contain her laughter as she said ‘Case Dismissed!!’
Your dressed and undressed girls, girlfriends, teens, women and wives – enjoy!
Sarah knew Carlos was freaky. He just looked like he would be the type that would have a woman’s body in all sorts of fucked up positions doing some kinky-ass shit she would probably be ashamed to admit later. But that was the also part of the reason why she and every other woman was so attracted to him. He made a girl want to do the freaky-deeky naughty shit.
Sarah was that girl.
They say the quiet ones are the worst and Sarah quietly snickered at the thought. There was no other explanation why she was laying on her back, spread eagle and holding her ankles.
“Don’t be nervous,” Carlos spoke quietly as if he read Sarah’s mind, “if you feel uncomfortable, I’ll stop anytime.”
“Okay,” she replied meekly, still unsure what was happening.
Carlos was now at a doggystyle-type position, with all of his weight balanced between his arms and thighs. He shifted his weight to his right arm as his left hand slid his cock inside Sarah’s eager pussy. Once he was in, Carlos gently sat back as if he was sitting on top of her. He began rocking ever-so-gently letting Sarah get used to the new friction. She didn’t need too much time.
Between Carlos rocking in between her legs and having them stretched-out far and wide, Sarah was in orgasmic heaven. Carlos gently eased his cock in and out at first but soon picked up a furious thrusting pace.
So the winner of 1st time impression, not suprisingly is that we do check out the breast more than anything else. 30% breasts with the face coming second with 24% out of 46 votes. Not that many but don’t think it would change that dramatically with more people voting 
So enjoy these ones but please people, do look the girls in the eyes now and then
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Have been so neglected my blogging duties, have been stuck on a stupid/silly Facebook game called Kingdoms of Camelot building an empire. I so have to get treatment for this sickness. I personally thank Bob Patterson for sending a reminder that the blog still exist…
So let’s start today with a great one of Anne Duffy, where can u go wrong with crossbows/ringmail/latex/boots and a gorgeous girl, nothing whatsoever…
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
Theres a long list of mostly humorous aspirations for this project that is coffee-stained and sitting on my desk. This list remains mostly unfulfilled, but I had the opportunity to really hit one out of the park. The classic sitcom situation of having two dates in the same night, in the same place. I was pretty much gearing up to do this the night before. I talked to two different “fans” and was working on meeting with them at one of my usual haunts, two hours apart. To be even more upfront about it, I had more then two options I was sussing out, and seeing what bit, what didn’t and what gave me the right kind of back and forth. These are the things when I have an excess of caffeine and a very low amount of work.
I went to get dinner with a friend, and started shooting the shit, and grabbing a few beers. I figured I had the whole night, even though it’s a Thursday. I wanted to really enjoy the 98th day of this, and maybe keep em on the ropes, but I got in my own way, as I’m want to do. I got a little more swamped (read: drunk) than I would have liked. Naturally, this would be primer for two coats of brunettes in my evening, but I wasn’t feeling stirred and ready to go. I kept buying rounds, putting it off later and later.
I arrived around the bar around 9, and was about to call one, both, either, of them, but just put my phone on silent and ordered a Makers. I went to text, Nicole, but was either too drunk or too sober to go for it. I did the same for Kara, but that one was definitely due to sobriety. I shut my phone off, content to isolation and the death of any semblance of a sober cell. There was a cute bartender that I didn’t bother initiating conversation that didn’t include a drink order. I painted myself a pretty drunk, but I just didn’t have the energy to both approaching anything. I just kept ordering more Rye and thinking about the whole thing.
Since about Day 2, I’ve been constantly getting comments, queries, and concerns about what happens when it’s done. Or what happens if I fall for somebody during this. I’m in a pretty non-commital relationship, a pretty fucked-up fuck-buddy situation, and a few random girls that kind of took me by surprise. I started feeling like I had to do something with myself to make it all worthwhile. I had to throw myself through the gauntlet and come out the hero. So I walked up to a pair of girl’s, hoping one of them would at least be Nately’s whore, but I wound up apologizing for the disturbance after two minutes and retreated back to my glass.
I learned something today.
Did you know that the vibrator was the fifth household appliance to be electrified. It was invented in the 1880’s, to treat a medical condition, known either as “congestion of the genitalia” or “Female Hysteria”
From Wikipedia. “For centuries, doctors had been treating women for these illnesses by performing what we would now recognize as masturbation. However, not only did they regard the “vulvular stimulation” required as having nothing to do with sex, but reportedly found it time-consuming and hard work”
Those poor doctors!! I can just see it now.
“Another Doctor’s bill darling? Are you unwell, that’s the fourth time this week!”
“I know sweetheart, I am feeling a little poorly, but the Doctor works hard, and I do feel better after seeing him”
“Well what does he do to you?”
“Stimulates my vulva and genitals, until I feel a release of tension.”
“Rather him than me, poor hard-working bastard…”
Again, from Wikipedia: The home versions soon became extremely popular, with advertisements in periodicals such as Needlecraft, Woman’s Home Companion, Modern Priscilla, and the Sears, Roebuck catalog. These disappeared in the 1920s, apparently because their appearance in pornography made it no longer tenable for polite society to avoid the sexual connotations of the devices.
Awesome!! I laughed a lot during this article!!
There are links also to Wank Week. I think that this event is worthy of inclusion in the Olympics! Have a read, it is wonderful stuff!! Absolutely Gripping!!
Let me know if you are interested in participating in Wank Week, and we will see if we can set something up.
Love Chiquita
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No Complaints, Only Moans.
John Mayer was interviewed for Playboy Magazine and made some statements that disturbed more than a few people on the internet… the thing is, the context he says it in is that saying hood pass is no more acceptable than saying ni**a pass.
While it was a blatant blunder to use the term, we know what he is trying to say right? The only thing I find myself holding against him is the whole ‘my d*cks a white supremacist’ thing. Everyone has their preferences John, but the term ’supremacist’ suggests a feeling of superiority…
Here’s John’s quote:
If you understood that, then you can see its not really offensive. Most people have personal preferences when it comes to the race of their partners.
Re: using the ‘N word’ in an interview: I am sorry that I used the word. And it’s such a shame that I did because the point I was trying to make was in the exact opposite spirit of the word itself. It was arrogant of me to think I could intellectualize using it because I realize that there’s no intellectualizing a word that is so emotionally charged. And while I’m using today for looking at myself under harsh light, I think it’s time to stop trying to be so raw in interviews…It started as an attempt to not let the waves of criticism get to me, but it’s gotten out of hand and I’ve created somewhat of a monster. I wanted to be a blues guitar player. And a singer. And a songwriter. Not a shock jock. I don’t have the stomach for it. Again, because I don’t want anyone to think I’m equivocating: I should have never said the word and I will never say it again.
Read more: Necole Bitchie.com: John Mayer Apologizes For Using The “N” Word
