Random men in Shibuya

In keeping with the moe theme of this blog, I would like to end this year with a completely shamelessly, inappropriate and vulgar medley of random Shibuya men. With 10 minutes to spare for a business meeting at Hachiko, I turned my new Canon S90 on the crowd.

The photo above is perhaps the best: the central subject fetishized, the public zipping by, and one woman in the background smiling knowingly towards the lens.

If you asked me what is my favorite Japanese uniform, I would say the mask: ubiquitous, a sign of danger inbound or outbound, of dubious functionality, and quintessentially Japanese. Above this boy rocks his mask with ipod, shaggy orange perm, and the skinny pants tucked inside some girlish boots. I am slayed.

Continue seeing and reading more after the jump.

I was aiming my camera at the lady on the right’s gorgeous mane of hair. Somehow, with fast-moving crowds and slow shutter, the photo focused on the guy in the middle. The shaved head guy below is very handsome, and his smirk seems to reflect his self-knowledge.

I wonder what this older man is taking photos of? Am I not the only one captivated by male fashion? I love how he’s handing out the door of a historic train that does not move. I inadvertently captured a perm disaster in the foreground. In Shibuya, it’s like shooting fish in a barrel.

Finally, in addition to all the “real” men, Shibuya is full of seductive advertising. On two sides of the plaza were images of male butch and femme. Each captivating, if a bit extreme.

Happy new year! And a better, brighter new decade.

[Via http://jaredinnakano.wordpress.com]

It’s amazing how many people find my blog because I tag with XXX words. Who searches for that stuff on WordPress? The best you’d get would be a porn star’s blog or erotic literature. Lemme save you a step : http://literotica.com/stories/index.php . Everything you’d ever want (to read). Lemme save you another step: http://youporn.com/. Unless you guys know something I don’t about wordpress, you’d probably have better luck with those sites.

Consider this my PSA of the year.

[Via http://megalolicious.wordpress.com]

Project Host

My gorgeous blogger friend Green Eyed Geisha made my dreams come true with our private bonenkai, year forgetting party, which we celebrated at Top Dandy, a male host club in Kabukicho. See this Tokyo host website for a list of all 70 clubs!

I love the contrast between the simple sign out front, indicating the club’s location on the fifth floor of an ordinary building, and the elaborate photo styling of their website.

Once inside, we were met by a handsome tall guy who was very charming, and along with a portly short older guy led us into the chandelier-bedecked club. There must have been twenty chandeliers, including ceiling, wall, and at least one inside of a plexiglass drinks table. Plus many many mirrors.

Later, GEG told me that she hadn’t found our first greeter handsome, because his hair was too natural. I found him suave and charming, and loved that he had self-taught himself English. He also boasted that he had taken a 3 month trip to 20 countries, of which he most liked Turkey and South Africa.

GEG introduced me as her cousin, which seemed much kinder than uncle and explained that I was there to soothe her “first time” anxiety. She, of course, has been to several others before. But as first time customers at Top Dandy, we were entitled to a 5,000 yen (US$ 55) all you-can-drink, stay-as-long-you-want encounter with an endless parade of back-combed, floss haired boys.

Continue reading after the jump.

GEG was initially concerned the club would bar my entry based on gender, or charge more since men are assumed to be bigger drinkers than ladies (not true in my case!). It probably helped that we went out on a Wednesday evening, so there were plenty of tables and idle boys, and in this poor economy business is business.

The basic set-up is that you are seated, and two or three hosts at a time entertain you. They pour your drinks, light your cigarettes, and try to be charming. Of the twenty hosts we met over three hours, I found two very attractive, fifteen not at all, and a few more attractive after many drinks. Many were drunk, loud and frankly boring. Most were tall and thin, although some were short and even one goth.

My friend M. had egged me on by suggesting that I serve as the stool by which all the hosts could access the lovely GEG. With them perched on my lap, “Their hair product fumes will suffocate you in ecstasy.”

Strangely the host I found most attractive was a non-drinker who’s been working at Top Dandy for five years. Notice how close we are in the photo, and his tongue is discreetly sticking out. Unlike the others, he was attentive, soft-spoken and seemed more interested in us. It didn’t hurt that I told him he looks like Kimutaku’s younger brother, which prompted him to show us various cellphone photos of himself where he thought he most looked like Kimutaku. Ah, male vanity, you are so mesmerizing!

I asked how long it takes to create that fountain effect with his hair, shooting up and cascading down, and he said only 30 minutes. He also added that he goes to a beauty salon every day to get it styled. He and a few others allowed me to touch their hair after I asked whether it was hard.

One particularly vulgar host insisted he wanted me to teach him English. In a mix of Japanese, English and body gestures, he answered my question of what is the most difficult part of being a host. He explained, or bragged, that sometimes he has to have sex with the ladies. Poor guy! I didn’t find out if he gets paid extra for that personal touch, or if it is a reward for champagne service that costs between US$400 and $3,500.

Somehow GEG was disappointed that the hosts didn’t talk dirty to her. She wondered if they thought we were a couple, or just not interested in becoming regulars. I think it’s because she is young, good looking and confident. Other customers were middle-aged women by themselves: one a Japanese Annie Hall type hiding under a large hat and glasses. Several were in full bloom of middle age while dressing as late teen hostesses. Others looked shy and nerdy.

I also learned that there are strange laws governing host clubs. They open from 6.30 pm to 1 pm, at which time they are obligated to close. They reopen at 5.30 am and stay open to lunch. I assume the evening shift customers are middle-aged ladies, while the morning crowd are hostesses and others who work nights.

On the street near the host clubs, I overcame GEG’s shyness and insisted that I could easily persuade these three hosts to have their photo taken with her. I’ve cropped her from the photo to preserve her beautiful anonymity.

One American male friend in Tokyo was confused that two of them are women. No, NONE OF THEM ARE WOMEN. And they are most likely hetero (with a potential gay for pay work ethic).

My dream is to go to a different club next month for a shinnenkai, or new year’s party, with GEG and another favorite Tokyo blogger, MISA. I am sure she can loosen up the boys.

[Via http://jaredinnakano.wordpress.com]

Police Stick

Is this wooden object a stick or a pole? In any case, it is an essential element of Tokyo policing. I love seeing the local cop at the kabin standing guard with the wooden stick, or the more formal occasions in front of a government office.

The tool is at once simple and, most likely, ineffective against any real emergency. Yet its presence is somehow soothing to the police and the public.

[Via http://jaredinnakano.wordpress.com]

An open letter to the editors of Wordpress: are you insanely foolish or closeted spandex lovers. Which is it dudes?

(actual photo of WordPress editor in locker room before mens jazzersize class yesterday afternoon)

How are you going WordPress editors?

God it’s been TOO long since we hung out.

Yesterday when I saw you was great. I really liked your outfit too. You look great in shoes. Have you lost weight?

Thanks for putting my spandex mens aerobics story on the WordPress homepage yesterday. Hey, how cool are homepages? I like them. Just another thing that you and I have in common.

I have lots of new friends thanks to you. And they’re all spandex lovers like me.

So, in the fatuous belief that a little spandex hocus-pocus in this blog will so dazzle readers that they’ll be too dazed to notice the quality of the writing – and the realisation that my calling in life may be limited to finding stories on spandex – here’s all that ’s hot, and not, in the spandex Universe today.

Katy Perry is Sporty in Spandex

Fat People in Spandex!

But now is the time to bite the hand that feeds.

If I am required to while away the rest of my life writing about spandex, and the fruitcakes who fetishize about it. I want something in return.

You go to www.cword.tv and watch the video podcasts – and I’ll write about spandex for the next 70 years, or til I die – whichever comes last (my commitment knows no earthly bounds).

This podcast is really good, and I have every reason to believe that the kids find it pretty hip. Once, I saw a guy watching it just after he’d finished listening to rap music through his cassette headphones. He had his hat on back to front as well.

So………… it sounds like a fair deal to me.

You watch the cword podcast.

I write about spandex.

And I get to feel like I’ve been punched in the face everyday. TWICE.

(Seriously, being Chinese burned to death would be more fun than writing about spandex)

Anyways, thanks again for this, I look forward to catching up soon. I don’t think I’ll have the salad next time. It was a bit underwhelming.

Yours, while wondering why my life has come to this, and what I did to deserve it, and how can I deal with being the Perez Hilton of spandex

Righteous

p.s. being on the WordPress homepage is not very manly. You have possibly not considered this before, but such things are the purpose of my blog. It’s what I call a ‘transfer of knowledge’.  Being on your homepage is like wearing dangly ear-rings – just too obvious. Now I have to care what people think about what I write, and believe me, we both know I’m too busy to do that.

p.p.s. ok, one more spandex item, you can never get too much of a good thing

Cute college girl tight lycra spandex

[Via http://schimmelusch.wordpress.com]

A Girl and Her Towel

OK, the last two posts have been serious. Pompous even. Lecturing & Hectoring…

Sorry!

Now back to the good stuff.

One of the more evocative images from films is the fresh faced girl stepping out of her bath wearing just a short, barely concealing towel. A barely concealing insecure towel that could fall down at any minute!

So here’s a Flickr Gallery of eighteen gorgeous shots of “A Girl and her Towel”:

The Magic of Women: A Girl and her Towel

If you’re a Flickr member and have safe search off, you’ll like these images which were too hot for the gallery:

Hand towel, face towel, bath towel, beach towel

Here’ a great group: Ladies in Towels

[Via http://cliffmichaels.wordpress.com]

Vein Fetish

Just as I was posting that other blog, bitching about how I’ve used up all the good men, I remembered the HUGE crush I have on someone.

There’s a girl that works at the coffee shop down the street from my house. She has the most mesmerizing arms I have ever seen. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I have a bit of a vein fetish. She has tanned skin running across the most beautiful arm veins. More pronounced than most women’s. Like she works with her hands a lot.

I want to press my tongue to one of those veins and feel it’s warmth dip beneath my pressure.

She’s the prefect combination of man and woman. Short tousled hair, a strong chin, deep brown eyes fringed in jealousy inspiring lashes. Jeans slung low on slender hips and a slight hunch in her back. She is gorgeous.

I know her name and what she’s going to school for but only because I overheard her telling someone else. Whenever I order coffee from her I become so tongue tied that sometimes I just point to what I want. She might think I’m very slow…or possibly mute.

The trouble with me and women has always been that I never know what to say to them. Throw a man in front of me and I can keep him entertained for hours. But a girl…a girl who obviously does not play both sides of the field…what would she want with me? A girl who unabashedly loves cock. But who also melts at the sight of the swell of a B cup breast.

Now that I’m almost 30 I feel like I’ve missed the boat on having a real girlfriend. I don’t think a girl like her would be with someone who wasn’t a complete lesbian. And she’s the only girl I have any interest in feverishly making out with while a movie tries and fails to catch our attention.

Anyone want to give me some advice? I’m sure she’s got a girlfriend but on the off chance that she doesn’t…how might I get one step closer to those ridiculously hot arm veins?

[Via http://sweetbirdofmischief.wordpress.com]

Clowning around

Confessions of a Pie Thrower

There are all sorts of fetishes.  Some of them are mild and inoffensive.  Some are dark and dangerous.  But how do you classify Coulrophilia?  Or Bozophilia, as it’s referred to those with an erotic attraction to clowns.

Maybe it’s the big shoes and red nose that gets the heart beating a little faster.  Exponents of the baggy-trousered bicycle grip love dressing up as a clown in greasepaint and, sometimes, engaging in clown-like activities such as pie-throwing, playing with balloons or seltzer-spraying.

The pantomime begins when Spanky the Clown wants to play with his rubber chicken.  ’He’s behind youuuuu!’ I hear you scream

[Via http://theuserguide.wordpress.com]

Fetish doll uniform

okies so my owner Shuggi has a group incase you dont know and it’s called “the fetishdolls”, were not trying to emulate any other groups so there , now what do groups need,,,,well ok maybe not need but whats a nice thing to have when you in a group  to tell the world that you belong to a group,,,,well i think a uniform would be nice, just a little thingt to say “hey look i got a uniform” i mean would the fire brigade look as good if they were all dressed in hoodies,,,or would our boys in the army look half as good going to war in a pair of bemuda shorts, i think not ^^.

so im learning clothing and textures aswell as other stuff, well nto not clothing im trying to make some nice latex, some unisex latex that will look good on the men as well as women in SL,  i found a  nice texture of the british army S10 respirator and yes i do own one in RL so i thought why not use that as a sort of emblem seeing as i and a lot of other ppl associate fetish and gasmask a together, anywho first pic

front chest detail, put the gasmask pic over the left chest

 

 

next shot is of the rear, used the same pic but enlarged it a litte

also thought would be nice to have a lil text on the uniform somewhere, best place i thought would be running down one of the legs seeing as “Fetishdoll” isn’t exactly a short word, so leg texture pic next.

and next a pic of the whole uniform together, doesnt look to bad to be honest, well better than some of my other attempts at latex LOL

 

taaa daaa heheheh, oh yes i know the mask isnt the KDC S10 one it the old scorpion (now called scientific revolutiions) but hey i have a few gasmasks and like swapping them about

i sent a copy of the uniform to some of the people in teh group by hand, im still waiting for someone to send a group annoucement with the uniform attanched,,,,,not mentioning any names .

and also gave a copy to my friend rainwater, who he very kindly sent me some pics back of him wearing it and i think you have to agree he does look kinda cute in it

rainwater in all his glory front pic

and a rear shot,,,,including his cute bum

so thats the uniform i made, didnt take that long, a few hours, the hardest part was getting the gasmask pic to blend and look nice ontop of the latex and not look like it was just “stuck on” an i think you have to agree it doesnt look bad on either sex

[Via http://nikimadzuko.wordpress.com]

New slang & trends of 2009

One of the joys of November in Japan is the release of the top 60 new slang and trends of the year. Publisher Jiyu Kokuminsha provides the list, and fortunately Pink Tentacle provides excellent translations of each term (with explanations for those who may be less familiar with pop culture, politics and notorious crimes in Japan).

Next month 10 finalists are selected. I will start introducing some terms on my blog. You can read the full list of 60 new slang of 2009 on Pink Tentacle.

Above is sekushii buchō (セクスィー部長, or sexy department chief), a character with exaggerated masculine sex appeal from the NHK sketch-comedy show “Salaryman NEO.”

L'ora del tè pt.Yeah

L’ora del tè – Gossip Mix pt.Yeah

 

Shakira ha detto addio ai suoi capelli liscissimi: a New York con un look rasta al party organizzato dalla rivista Rolling Stone in suo onore Nuovo look per Shakira: la cantante colombiana ha detto addio ai suoi capelli liscissimi e si è fatta fare un’acconciatura rasta. Eccola sfoggiare le treccine sul red carpet del party organizzato dalla rivista Rolling Stone in suo onore. A New York Shakira ha presentato la copertina del magazine musicale, dove appare in tutto il suo splendore per festeggiare il lancio dell’album ‘She Wolf’ e le 50 milioni di copie vendute nella sua carriera. Amy Winehouse, dopo il seno, tocca al lato b

Da quando l’ha ingrandito, non riesce a smettere di metterlo in mostra. Amy Winehouse è entusiasta del suo seno nuovo di zecca. L’operazione è riuscita perfettamente, la cantante ha avuto il davanzale che aveva sempre sognato. Ma ora non le basta più e sta già pensando di tornare dal chirurgo plastico per ingrandire pure il lato b.

“Amy ama il suo seno. Non riesce a smettere di toccarlo e di farlo vedere ai suoi amici. Dice di sentirsi nuovamente femminile e vuole tornare ad avere delle curve - ha spifferato un anonimo molto vicino a Wino – Pensa che con un’altra operazione e delle protesi al sedere riuscirà ad ottenere il look da pin-up che ha sempre sognato”.

Chi aveva sempre immaginato che la Winehouse si amasse magra e quasi emaciata come Kate Moss, sbagliava. Ora vuole essere sexy e provocante: che lo faccia per riconquistare definitivamente Blake Fielder-Civil? Forse. Ma deve stare attenta: i ritocchini possono provocare dipendenza, proprio come è stato per le droghe in passato… E il rischio è sempre lo stesso: esagerare.

 

Imbruglia e i Coldplay “Lavorare con Chris? A rischio crisi di nervi”

“Il disco era già quasi pronto e io ho passato 24 ore da incubo, aspettando il parere di Chris e pregando che non cambiasse idea”. Chi parla è Natalie Imbruglia, Chris è Chris Martin, il leader dei Coldplay con il quale ha collaborato per il nuovo disco ‘Come to life’. “Lui è diretto fino alla brutalità: ‘Questa fa schifo, tagliala. Questa è grandiosa. Questa è da rifare’. Ci siamo messi lì a smontare e rimontare i brani daccapo. Il risultato è stato fantastico, – spiega la cantante al settimanale ‘Donna Moderna’, – ma io ho rischiato la crisi di nervi. Una volta non ce l’avrei mai fatta”.  

Rihanna premiata come donna dell’anno

Dal dolore alla creatività il passo è breve. Mentre scriveva il suo nuovo album, ‘Rated R’, Rihanna ha dovuto abbassare la guardia e trarre da un’intimità piena di dolore la forza di esprimere se stessa attraverso la musica. Il dolore è quello provocatogli dall’ormai notissima aggressione ricevuta dall’ex Chris Brown nel febbraio scorso mentre il disco è quello che uscirà il 23 novembre prossimo.  

“Normalmente sono una persona molto controllata e divento vulnerabile quando cerco di parlare di emozioni e fatti personali”, ha detto a ‘People’ la cantante 21enne, al gala tenutosi ieri sera a New York per i Glamour Women of the Year Awards, dove è stata premiata tra le donne dell’anno. Rihanna ha spiegato infatti che l’ispirazione per il nuovo album le è arrivata “dalle esperienze personali mixate con il rock e l’hip hop”. Dopo la sua dolorosa vicenda personale (quello di Brown fu un vero e proprio pestaggio, che le lasciò segni evidenti non solo nell’animo) la cantante ha deciso di parlare alle donne della necessità di non tollerare la violenza domestica per aiutare chi attraversa questo dramma. “Sono una donna, un essere umano. Ho attraversato una situazione reale che riguarda moltissime donne nel mondo ogni giorno. Ed è una bella cosa avere l’opportunità di dare voce a queste donne”.  

Nell’accettare il premio per la donna dell’anno, consegnatogli dalla modella Iman, Rihanna è arrivata sul palco con le lacrime agli occhi (“colpa della Pms (sindrome premestruale, ndr.)”, ha detto scherzando, prima di ringraziare gli amici, il suo mentore Jay-Z, sua madre e sua nonna. Poi ha si è presa in giro per il vestito scelto per la serata: “Come sempre ho deciso di mettermi l’abito più stretto che potevo indossare”, ha detto di fronte ad una platea divertita.

Fan in fuga dal concerto di Britney?

Britney Spears ha ripreso alla grande la sua carriera e ora è impegnata in un tour mondiale,”The Circus”. Peccato che, durante la sua ultima performance in Australia, la reginetta delle pop-star ne abbia combinata una delle sue…

Britney si è esibita di fronte ai fan cantando in playback e il pubblico, al terzo brano, quando ormai era palese che la Spears non si stava esibendo dal vivo, ha lasciato lo show. “La gente ha pagato ed è venuta per sentirla cantare”, ha detto un fan deluso all’emittente Nine Network. Intanto un portavoce dell’organizzazione Burswood Entertainment Complex ha smentito che ci sia stato un esodo di massa degli ammiratori di Brit al suo concerto a Perth. Questa era solo la prima tappa del tour australiano della cantante. Le altre date previste sono a Melbourne e a Sydney. Si spera che la pop star recuperi la voce…

Madonna stufa di Jesus: ora punta a un modello brasiliano

Piuttosto che risposarmi mi butto sotto un treno!». Parola di Madonna. Le dichiarazioni rilasciate dalla pop star in occasione dell’ultima intervista al David Letterman Show hanno fatto velocemente il giro del mondo e sono sembrate una vera e propria dichiarazione d’intenti. Pare che la cantante, dopo il doloroso divorzio dal regista inglese Guy Ritchie, abbia deciso di dare una svolta alla propria vita: basta alle quotidiani ed estenuanti sedute di allenamento, basta a rigidi e iper- restrittivi regimi alimentari, basta alle troppe regole imposte dalle amate discipline cabala e yoga. Secondo quanto riporta il periodico on-line Metropolitan Post, la regina del pop avrebbe finalmente deciso di godersi la vita. Pare, infatti, che Madonna abbia dichiarato di essersi appassionata al protagonista della nuova campagna pubblicitaria di Martini Rosato, il modello brasiliano Thyago Alves, 24 anni, fisico statuario e magnetici occhi color smeraldo. La predilezione della cantante per gli uomini latini non è certo una novità: nel 1996 Madonna concepì la prima figlia Lourdes Maria con l’allora personal trainer cubano Carlos Leon, un’esplosione di mascolinità e sex-appeal, che la cantante scelse proprio per la «fortunata combinazione genetica».

Molti fra gli amici della cantante sarebbero pronti a scommettere sull’imminente «detronizzazione» del fidanzato «in carica» Jesus Luz, classe 1987, brasiliano e modello di professione proprio come il volto dello spot Martini Rosato, proprio in favore del bel Thyago. Dopo aver smentito il gossip di un imminente nuovo matrimonio con il baby boy-friend, pare che la cantante si sia lasciata andare a confidenze piccanti, svelando le proprie mire: «È molto maschio e decisamente sexy», avrebbe dichiarato, confessando di essersi un pò stancata delle fattezze eccessivamente «bambolesche» dell’attuale boy-friend. are che Madonna abbia addirittura pensato di coinvolgere Thyago in uno dei suoi prossimi video, confidando nella naturale inclinazione dei brasiliani per il ballo. Dopo aver fatto salire vertiginosamente le quotazioni di Jesus Luz, che, proprio grazie al legame con la cantante ha visto moltiplicarsi offerte e contratti, ora potrebbe essere il turno fortunato del bel  Thyago

Nicole Kidman lo fa strano…

Nicole Kidman è una delle attrici più eteree di Hollywood: occhi chiari, pelle di porcellana, lunghi capelli biondi. Sembra quasi una bambola, fragile nella sua perfezione. Eppure, anche l’ex signora Cruise ha delle rivelazioni piccanti da fare…

L’interprete di “Nine”, durante una recente intervista, ha dichiarato di amare svariati aspetti del sesso e che nella sua vita ha provato un po’ di tutto: “Negli anni ho sperimentato vari tipi di amore – ha detto Nicole – . Ho esplorato l’ossessione, il sesso fetish, la banalità del matrimonio e della monogamia. Ma mi sto ancora aggiornando”. Sarà contento l’attuale marito, Keith Urban, padre di sua figlia Sunday Rose.

La Kidman ha anche confessato che quando decise di sposare Tom Cruise, conosciuto sul set, i suoi agenti glielo sconsigliarono, affermando che, così facendo, si sarebbe rovinata la carriera: “Sono diventata famosa molto giovane. E sono diventata famosa perché ero la moglie di qualcuno” ha dichiarato invece Nicole ed ha aggiunto: “Voglio onorare quel matrimonio per ciò che è stato, e nient’altro. Non ho mai parlato della sua complessità e mai lo farò”.

L’accessorio preferito di Lady Gaga? Il preservativo…

Lady Gaga, oltre ad essere famosa per la sua musica, è anche conosciuta come un personaggio piuttosto trasgressivo e i testi delle sue canzoni sono spesso espliciti. Lunedì sera, la pop-star, premiata al tredicesimo Annual Accessories Council Exchange Awards, ha dichiarato che il suo accessorio preferito è il preservativo.

Prendendo il premio dalle mani dello stilista Marc Jacobs, Lady Gaga ha colto l’occasione per promuovere il sesso sicuro: “Credo che tutti – ha dichiarato la cantante – debbano ricordare che l’accessorio fondamentale è il condom”.

Brava Lady Gaga, trasgressiva sì, ma con la testa sulle spalle!

 

Settimo figlio senza Brad per Angelina?

Angelina Jolie è una delle attrici più belle e famose del mondo ed è anche una super-mamma: per lei tre figli naturali e tre adottivi ovvero sei pargoli da crescere. Eppure, la star del cinema internazionale sembra non averne mai abbastanza…

Secondo alcune indiscrezioni, riportate dal magazine americano OK!, Angie avrebbe intenzione, dopo aver adottato bambini in Africa e in Asia, di far entrare nella sua già numerosa famiglia una bimba originaria della Siria. Ma stavolta senza l’appoggio di Brad Pitt. Una fonte ha infatti dichiarato che l’attore ha messo in chiaro quanto per lui sia già molto faticoso stare dietro a sei bambini e che non ha nessuna intenzione di averne un settimo: “L’idea di un altro figlio – ha spiegato il bene informato – sembra ridicola ma Angelina è determinata a completare la sua famiglia arcobaleno”. A confermare l’estraneità di Brad al nuovo progetto della compagna, un impiegato dell’ufficio Immigrazione e Naturalizzazione: l’uomo ha raccontato che sulle carte per la richiesta di adozione c’e solo la firma della Jolie.

Che la coppia sia in crisi lo si mormora già da tempo ma voler adottare un bambino senza il consenso del proprio partner non è certo un buon segnale. Intanto però, per un rapporto che sembra vacillare, Angelina ne sta ricucendo un altro altrettanto importante: il padre John Voight ha confermato la notizia di un loro riavvicinamento. I due avevano litigato nel 2001, quando l’attore aveva dichiarato in televisione che la figlia soffriva di problemi mentali. Sembra che lo scorso febbraio, proprio con il supporto di Brad Pitt, Angelina abbia fatto il primo passo e si sia riavvicinata al padre: “Siamo in contatto – ha dichiarato lo stesso Voight all’Us Weekley – ma non in modo regolare. Ci amiamo e questa è la cosa più importante”.

 

Rubber BodySuit

Holy crap. What the fuck have you done
to me? How long was I asleep?

Do you not like it? It’s the latest thing in
bodysuits. The latex bonds to your skin
and you feel everything as if it was
really yours.

But I have a…. OH MY GOD.. that’s
sensitive. How is that possible?

Ah, you like? Yes it’s anatomically
correct. I don’t know how it does it, but
that pussy allows for full penetration. If
I wish it.

Don’t you mean if “I” wish? I’m a guy,
I don’t want to be having sex with other
guys. That’s not my thing.

Well you see darling, that’s out of your
control. There’s a control device in the
collar that will make you do anything I
tell you. And I am have big plans for you
my dear. They are going to just adore
you at the club from now on….

This is Lexi Dark

Orgasm Overload!!

Hello Everyone!!  I am Aria Giovanni!!  I am sooooo pleased to meet you  xx  I  want to show you what a BAD GIRL I am xx.  My friends and I, Eva Angelina, Asia Carrera and Carmella Bing are all DRIPPING WET waiting for you xx  We are sooooo Horny we want to be FUCKED  hard by you and I am dying to gag my throat with your COCK !!  That’s if you want to cum on my face and I could lick your cum mmmmmmmmmm I love that xx  If you want to see my friends and I get down and Dirty NOW IS YOUR CHANCE. XX

 

Hi There xxx!!!  There is nothing more than I love then to have a very stiff HARD COCK in my mouthxxx  I am soooo horny and the biggest COCK SUCKING SLUT that you will meet.  The thing is though hehehehe I just don’t like one COCK in my mouth I LLLOOOOOOOVVVVVEEEE to suck as many cocks as I can x.  It could be yours ????? x  My friends and I also like to have two of us suck one cock now that is very nice x and I think you would like it to x DO YOU WANT TO SEE ???? X 

I want to tell you a SECRET xxx  I have had the horniest hottest sex with my partners best friend.  I love it when he comes over because we start to mess around playing a game and then we get dressed up.  I always were my nurses outfit commando xxx.  I will pretend to look after him first by stroking his cock until it gets nice and hard.  Then I start to lick it an suck it until he starts to moan.  Then I make him fuck me hard and just when he is about to cum I put his fat hard cock in my mouth and swallow it all xxx

Do ya want to see ?? xxx

 

I do have a confession to make!!!  Don’t get me wrong!!  I love to suck and fuck!!  Sometimes though xxx I just love to take control and grab my snap on and fuck my bitch and my guy.  Shhhhh don’t tell everybody!!!  If you want to see me fucking my girl real hard in her pussy and her ass and then she likes to lick my strap on clean.

Well Go Ahead THEN Click my picture and you will love to see me in Action

HURRY UP!!

 

for tonight a friday fetish riddle right out of cam :)

So here a fetish riddle for tonight- an outfit I wear right now, can you recognize what it is? please those who saw me in webcam DO NOT write the solution over comments, lol!!!

hier ein kleines Freitag-Fetisch-Rätsel für heute Nacht- ein Outfit, das ich grad jetzt trage, das Bild hab ich vor ein paar Minuten geschossen- also, WAS IST DAS? – die, die mich in der Webcam gesehen haben, bitte keine Auflösungskommentare da lassen!

Tag Experiment I

My blog (this blog) is not very heavily traveled.  That’s okay…while I’d love for thousands to hang on my every word, I really just have this here for some occasional venting where my family and co-workers aren’t going to see it.

I started this blog in May 2008, I think, and I’ve had 566 total views.  I’ve only had 59 people look at this in 2009 to date. (and it’s November)

My busiest day saw 14 people look at my blog — woo.  I’ve averaged 2 views per day in 2008, and, um, 0 per day in 2009.

So my experiment is this:

I have loaded this entry with every lewd, crude, disgusting, adult tag I can think of, and I want to see how many hits this post gets.  I apologize to my viewer, if they are offended.  If I have a viewer.  The average says I don’t.

Asger Juel Larsen: AW09 - Lookbook

This is the Autumn/Winter Lookbook by British designer Asger Juel Larsen and might I say I’m impressed. I know I’ve been loving allot of black  lately but I just think its the way to go at the moment. Most of the pieces are really fashion forward and creative. The knitted twist on medival style amour is my favorite, among with the pvc pants, sheer top, and shoulder padded jacket. These styles really are a must for my wardrobe.

Styling: Chris Preston

Photography: Fabien Kruzelnicki

IMG|SOURCE: CouteQC

lady in red (vinyl dress and overknee boots) with a message LOL

ok, I am not sure somebody in this outfit might be called a lady in the classical sense LOL … anyway a lot of RED for tonight, and just look at these dangerously hot pvc overknee boots, I LOVE them… I am sure they have another message beyond HOT!!!!!! too, so I will try to find it out tonight LOL

… ok, ich bin mir nicht sicher, dass jemand in diesem Outfit als Lady bezeichnet werden könnte, zumindest nicht im klassischen Sinne, lach…. na jedenfalls viel ROT heute nacht, und schau dir nur diese gefährlich heissen Overknee-Stiefel an, ich LIEBE sie… bestimmt haben sie auch noch eine andere Aussage als HEISS!!!!!, die werde ich versuchen, heute nacht rauszufinden, *grins.

SixtyNineSecrets.com - Adult Sex Toys Store

www.SixtyNineSecrets.com

Everyone has some secret fantasies,  www.SixtyNineSecrets.com want to make all your bedroom fantasies come true. We want to make your adult shopping experience with us as pleasurable as possible. We carry a wide selection of all sex toys and adult novelties. Whether you are shopping for yourself or for your lover, you have come to the right place!

We offer great prices with selections from all your popular and most trusted sex toy manufacturers such as California Exotic Novelties, Doc Johnson, Kink Industries, PipeDreams, Trinity Vibes, and so much more!

We recommend for female beginners, to start with our vibrating sex toys and dildos. For the male beginners, to start with our cockrings and enlargement gear. For the more experienced sex toy users, try our anal toys and strap-ons. And for the kink at hearts, try our beginner bondage and bondage gear. Whichever toys you decide to purchase from our store, we are confident that you will find pleasure in all them.

Please rest assured that purchasing from www.SixtyNineSecrets.com are discreet and secure. We also respect that buying sex toys is a private decision so therefore ship all our products in discreet packaging.

Intro: I love women who dream about bigger guys.

I’m hoping to meet women who would like to share my fetish. It’s something that just gets stronger all the time, and I can’t meet any women who are interested.

I’m an honest, good looking guy looking for fun with a woman. Some fetishes but you don’t have to fulfill all of them.

I love to hear fetishes and fantasies.

Love women with a high sex drive, especially who love or fantasize about well-hung guys. (I’m only about 6 to 6 1/2″ and have been told it’s very thick or thick. I don’t have an inferiority complex. I just get super turned on seeing women take big cocks, or hearing your fantasies or experiences. I like the intensity of it.) I guess basically I get turned on by female sexuality.

Appreciate exhibitionist women who like to dress sexy and/or tease.

Shaved is great, but naturally hairy women are very erotic. Just to let you know that I wouldn’t expect you to shave, since many women seem to think that’s what guys like nowadays!

Hoping for some safe fun, so someone with a good imagination who loves massage and sharing fantasies would be great. Possible to watch porn together as it’s boring alone.

Interested in seeing if we have anything in common?

I’m very open about what I’m hoping for.

I have many other interests and qualities. It’s just that this is something harder to bring up and so on with girlfriends. I get lectures, or psychoanalysis. So I thought this way I could get to know someone who knows this from the start, and, hopefully, is even interested or turned on by it.

I’ve always been most turned on by women who crave or are curious about or have been with super well-hung guys.

I always fantasized about my gf’s with guys like that, but never got to see it or have them go with a guy and share the experience with me.

I’m really hoping to meet with a woman who is crazy about sex with young well-built guys with huge cocks, but likes to be friends with me so she can share her experiences and have someone she can be completely open and honest with, and be appreciated.

I was mostly just curious before, when I’d see guys in changing room with cocks already 7 or 8 inches when soft. I like seeing them smack against the guy’s thigh when he walks! But I didn’t realize what a turn-on it was to see a woman with a guy like that until I got the internet. It’s the first time I saw porn, and the first time I saw huge hard dicks. Amazing!

I don’t want sex with a guy. Sex without a woman doesn’t make sense to me. I’d suck his cock or stroke it only if it turned a woman on, and to get a better idea of how it feels for a woman. Mostly I just get really turned on by seeing or imagining with guys like that.

Evolve

I’m learning (or attempting to understand) the dynamics involved in a “Dd” Domestic discipline relationship.   From what I read, and hear..My interpretation would be that it’s a form of a D/s relationship.  There is so much to learn..but I gleaned from another website this:

If it is relatively rare, it is perfectly acceptable in this situation to say, “Because I said so. I’m the guy with the paddle, and you’re the girl with the bottom. Do I need to demonstrate?”

Now…I think I understand…I think

But then again…combine MY kink, and a spanko’s kink…and I would say the possibilities are endless.  Damn..there’s nothing like a good set of cuffs properly applied though…damn!

Cuckolding, Femdom und Sex.....

Cuckolding, Femdom und Sex…..

..sich frei auszuleben macht sehr viel Spaß.  Wir haben unsere Rollen gefunden. Mein Mann ist mein Sklave und tritt immer mehr als Frau auf. Wir haben regelmäßige Hörigkeitsrituale “installiert”! Und ich habe all die Männer,, welche mich anmachen und hernehmen. Und mein Sklave mag dies. Das ist ne Nummer. Richtig gut. Jetzt will ich das noch weiterentwickeln. Und bin auf der Suche. Nach dir. Dem Mann, der möglichst bi ist oder ihn benutzen lässt. Dem, der mich fickt, auf Reisen, auf TRips. während er fährt. Du verstehst…..? Freu mich drauf.

Kuss

Maara

Maara

Maara s red Heels

You love to be the Master of a real Cuckold Couple?

You like to develop a real long term Cuckold relationship?

Just do it.

I love it!

Being A Sexy Scorpio

Scorpio-The sex addict

Can be mean. EXTREMELY sexy. Intelligent. Energetic. Predict future. Most erotic. (Freak in bed.) (GREAT kisser.) Always get what they want. Sexy. Attractive. Easy going. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. The sexiest ever….Romantic. Caring

Also I’m signing up with a new website everyone. It’s going to be fucking awesome.

I'm rubbing my gothic little clit nice and good for you

Valerie Valyce

or latex after midnight

.. neither it is a latex day tonight, – look what happened with my glove *cry*- so what a perfect matching outfit tonight, torn latex with torn nylon, lol

May be this is where one might start reflecting if it is not up to oneself, but of course I do not think so

#gallery-2 { margin: auto; } #gallery-2 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 50%; } #gallery-2 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-2 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; }

my First Trip Into sub space

i drove out to Anaheim to see Master and L the next weekend after my first flogging experience. He was kind enough to get me and my kids passes to Disneyland, and i was extremely excited for Him to meet my kids. My nerves were all over the place as i pulled into the hotel. i got my key at the front office as He had instructed me to, and drove around the building to the room. i entered the front door and was surprised to see it empty, except for some luggage and baby bottles. i instructed my kids to put their things away and i got them some water. We sat on the couch and tried to find something to watch on TV. It wasn’t long before the door flew open and Master stood there, grinning from ear to ear.

He and L came in and she took the baby in the bedroom to get him ready for bed. He sat down on the coffee table and formally, yet quite adorably, introduced Himself to my children. My kids introduced themselves back, and about that time L came back into the room with their baby. Master then introduced her as His wife, and introduced the baby. My children were very excited, as they usually get when meeting someone new, and they began giggling and playing with Master.

After a while, i put them to bed and joined Master in the living room. i asked where L was and He said that she was laying with the baby. i went in and she groggily greeted me. i gave her a kiss and told her how much i missed her. She stated that she would not be able to play with Master and me this weekend and i expressed my regret over the news. She expressed hers as well, and the baby started to rustle. i gave her a quick kiss and then went and re-joined Master in the living room to avoid waking the baby. He sitting in the recliner on His laptop.

He requested a shoulder rub and i happily obliged. He pointed to the computer and showed me the floggers that He was buying. i literally got tingly at the sight of them, and could not wait for Him to use them on me.

“That’s enough,” He said, gently patting my hand, indicating for me to stop. He then sat the computer down and walked over to the end of the coffee table and pointed to the other end. i hurried over and grabbed the other end and we moved it out of the way. He then began to remove the pillows from the couch and i joined suit. We pulled out the bed from the sofa and i immediately laid on it. He grabbed the computer and joined me. After a few moments, He showed me a poster of Marilyn Monroe online and my eyes widened. It was from her Playboy shoot, and the background was red. i absolutely loved it!

He asked me if i wanted it and i hesitated. i nervously fidgeted and glanced around the room. He again asked me if i wanted it and i buried my face into his arm, looked up at Him and quietly answered, “Yes, Sir.”

He smiled and clicked on “Buy Now.” i was beaming inside, but nervous as hell. i hated asking for things. But i was so completely flattered by His offer, that it made me blush.

He put the computer away and got up and turned out the lights. He came back onto the bed and i snuggled up into the crook of His arm. He asked me why my top was still on. i had it off within seconds, and then curled back up into His arm. He began playing with my tits and gave me the look, that look He gets right before He wants to violate me. His hands made their way down to my waist of my pants and He unbuttoned them, shoving His hand down to play with my pussy. i groaned and squirmed underneath Him.

He whipped His hand out of my pants, used it to turn my head towards His face and kissed me hard. i moaned quietly underneath Him. He then rolled towards me and grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, whispering firmly into my ear that i was so sexy. my entire body melted at the sound of His voice. He then rolled me over onto my stomach and i felt Him get up off the bed. i heard His belt jingle as He unfastened it and i began to mentally prepare for Him. He got undressed and grabbed my ankles and jerked me towards Him. He then grabbed my pants by the ankles and ripped them off of me, fast and hard. my heart was racing so hard i felt light-headed as i felt Him reach up and grab my panties and slide them off.

In what seemed like seconds He was on the bed behind me. He grabbed my hips and jerked them up towards Him. i gripped the bedsheets underneath my face and tried to relax as He spread my ass cheeks with His hands and pressed the tip of His cock into my tight little hole. Pain seared through my ass as He pressed His cock deeper into me. He began to moan, the moan that i had come to know so well and my body was flooded with satisfaction at hearing His pleasure. i shoved my face into the pillow and clenched a big chunk of it in between my teeth, screaming into the soft cotton. He made it all the way into my ass after a few thrusts, and despite the incredible pain, it began to feel really good. i began to moan and let go of the pillow with my teeth and pushed my ass up towards Him a little, silently begging Him for more.

He reached up and grabbed a big chunk of the back of my hair with His fist, jerking my head back as far as it would go. The angle of my neck left me very little air supply, and as i struggled to breathe He pounded deep into my tight little ass over and over until we both came. Once He was done, He fell on the bed next to me as we both caught our breath. Afterwards, we watched a little more TV and then He went off to bed. As i snuggled down into the bed, i excitedly imagined what the next day would be like. It would be our first full day together, Him, L, me, and all of our kids. i couldn’t wait to experience it.

The next morning, everyone woke up and i made breakfast for us all. As we ate out on the patio, we discussed the day’s plans. The hierarchy around the table was interesting. He was on top, and beneath Him was L. They together were above me, and my children were beneath me. i liked the feeling, and wondered how the day would play out with both me and L as mother figures with Him as our lead.

After breakfast, we all headed out to Disneyland for our extended family’s day of fun. It was wonderful! My kids loved Master and L, and they loved them. We all took turns chaperoning the kids, and i wondered why more people didn’t participate in polyamory. It felt so natural and nice, to have Him there as our leader, and L there as a second mother-figure. i daydreamed a lot while we were there about how wonderful it would be to all live together, on the same property and have everyone under the same roof.

That night we came home exhausted and happy. Everyone went to bed and Master stayed up with me, just as the night before, on the sofa bed watching TV. Within a few minutes, He unzipped His shorts and presented His cock to me. i eagerly rolled over onto my hands and knees and began to suck Him hungrily. He held back my hair and watched me with a look that was a mixture of pride, satisfaction and love. He let me continue to suck Him for a few minutes before stopping me. He instructed me to take my pants off and as i did He pulled on a condom. i laid there next to Him, waiting for Him to take me, when He surprised me by motioning for me to mount Him. i was suddenly flooded with nerves as i timidly climbed on top of Him. i was not good at being on top, and He had told me a long time before during one of our chats that i was not allowed to be on top and i was actually very relieved to hear it. Now, as i slid my pussy onto His cock, i worried and stressed over my performance. i did not want to disappoint Him, and for the first time in quite a while, i felt shy with Him. i began to slide up and down, shuffling my feet for the best footing. He was so big that i could not brace myself with my knees as i did with most men, so i flattened my feet on either side of His waist and squatted onto Him, sliding my ass up and down. This position was easy for me, but the problem was that my thighs weren’t strong enough to support me in it for too long. i tried to forget about my worry and concentrate on how good He felt, and just then He grabbed my hips and started slamming my pussy down onto Him, pausing for a split second each time to press His cock into the top of my pussy, sending a pleasurable pain throughout my entire lower body.

With His help slamming me down onto Him, i began to feel myself cum, and i could tell that it was going to be a hard one because of how bad it hurt when it started. It felt much like a cramp, a sharp pain in my pelvis, deep in my pelvis, so deep that i could not exactly pinpoint it. i struggled to withstand the pain as He continued to slam me onto Him, faster and faster. i tried to keep quiet as the pain increased and grew closer to the surface. i finally threw my head back and let go, letting the pain shoot through my entire stomach, legs, ass and finally pussy, which slowly became pleasure as it did. i shook uncontrollably as my entire body was flooded with a kind of numbing tingling. Just then He flipped me over onto my back and began to fuck me with all His might. He reached up and covered my mouth and nose with His hand as He fell on top of me, whispering aggressively into my ear that i wasn’t allowed to breathe until He came. i struggled underneath His grip, but tried hard not to move or squirm so as not to distract Him from His pleasure. my heart rate began to race as my body screamed for oxygen, and just about the time i thought that i might black out i suddenly felt an orgasm start. It came quick and fast, and my eyes rolled back into my head as my pussy throbbed. Just then, He suddenly started to cum, groaning loudly and slowing His thrusts to long, deep strokes. He finally released His hand from my face and i gasped and choked as air flooded my starving lungs.

He rolled off of me and we both caught our breath. I rolled over onto my belly, happy and spent. i expected Him to begin flipping channels, but once again, Master had other plans for me. He rolled over on top of me with his chest pressed into my back, and began moving the hair off of the right side of my neck. Once it was all moved to the side, He grabbed a fistful of it and tugged my head backward. His deep voice flooded my ear, neck, and face, which sent tingles down through my chest, over my nipples, down my stomach, across my pussy and down my legs all the way to my toes. my eyes rolled back into my head as His voice started asking me questions, one by one…

“Do you know how much I love you?”

“Yes Sir,” i whispered loudly, since speaking normally was impossible due to the angle of my neck which cut off the majority of my air supply.

“Do you know how special you are to me?”

“Yes Sir.”

He kissed along my neck, and then along the curve that connects my neck and shoulder. When He got close to the end, near my shoulder, He moved down my back about an inch, finding the large bite that He had left on me the weekend before. He again grabbed that spot in his teeth and clamped down on it. Pain and throbbing immediately shot through my entire shoulder, back, neck and arm. i squirmed underneath Him, panting and squealing in a mixture of pleasure and pain that shot my entire body into a floaty, dreamlike state.

His hand reached down and He slid His fingers in between my wet, throbbing pussy lips as His mouth released my skin.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours,” i whispered.

His grip on my hair tightened and He yanked my head back a little more. i choked and gasped as He asked me again.

“Whose pussy is this?” His tone was firmer.

“Yours,” i sputtered, not quite sure if He was asking me again for effect or if i had answered incorrectly.

He yet again jerked my head back. My air supply was almost completely cut off.

“WHOSE PUSSY IS THIS?” He asked again, this time with an angry and impatient tone in His voice. my mind panicked, searching for the correct answer, wondering what i was saying wrong, knowing that if i did not figure it out quickly i could very well black out from the lack of oxygen. The only thing i could think of that i was leaving out was “Sir.” Desperate for air, i tried my answer again.

“Yours, Sir,” i choked out, barely audible. His grip on my hair softened but did not let go. Relief flooded my lungs and chills ran through my entire body. i stifled my coughs as the air suddenly filled my lungs and the blood pumped hard and fast throughout my body.

He re-adjusted His grip on my hair and bit down on my already marked shoulder once more. i again squirmed and panted, and my eyes again rolled back into my head as i resumed my floating from before.

He held on much longer this time, and the tingling and throbbing increased, as my body was even more alert from the lack of oxygen and hard pumping of my blood. My pussy began to throb and tingle and i began to moan. The movement of my pussy lips on each other from my squirming began to stimulate me even more, and i felt as if i might cum at any moment.

He finally let go of my shoulder and once again jerked my head back, placing His mouth right at my exposed ear.

“Who do you belong to?

“Youuuuu,” i purred.

His grip tightened and He yanked my head back even more. i suddenly remembered the lesson from before as He asked me again.

“Who do you belong to?” His tone was firm. i could tell that He was disappointed.

“You Sir,” i answered quickly, eager to show Him that i remembered how to answer. i was determined not to make the mistake again.

“Good girl,” He said, moving His mouth directly onto my ear as He spoke. His moist lips on my ear combined with His firm voice piercing even deeper into my ear again sent chills all over my body. i was floating even higher now, oblivious to anything and everything except the way He felt on top of me and the sound of His voice inside me.

My eyes rolled back into my head again, but they were closed. i let myself float higher and higher, the effect feeling much like a drug, i was not aware of where i was, nothing else existed other than His touch and voice. He stopped asking me questions, but began making statements, deep into my ear, His lips brushing against my ear with each word.

“You belong to me,” He whispered, taking several long and deep breaths, exhaling into my ear each time, sending me higher and higher.

“You are MINE,” this statement was firmer, with a pronounced emphasis on “mine.” His grip on my hair tightened.

“I want to own you…..FOREVERRRRR.” When He said the word “forever” He pressed his mouth hard onto my ear, holding out the word at the end, letting it fade away. My body melted even deeper, and it was the first time since He last let go of my shoulder that i noticed my body. But i didn’t feel everything, just a sense of relaxation, and as i melted i floated even higher…

“I love you,” He said, and my heart flip-flopped, again for a split second reminding me that i still had a physical body, even though it felt miles beneath me.

“How many times did you cum?” He asked. i searched for a moment, counting and answering, “Twice.”

“Was one without me being inside of you?” He asked.

“No Sir,” i answered, quickly adding, “But almost…”

“That’s what I thought,” He answered, His tone firmer and louder. Suddenly He grabbed the chunk of skin that He had been biting with His fingers, and pinched it as hard as He could. Throbbing shot through my whole body as i cried out in pain. He twisted it and pinched it harder as tears began to stream down my face. i squirmed underneath the pain as the throbbing began to concentrate on my pussy, as each time i squirmed it stimulated me. The throbbing in my pussy got harder and faster, and with the hand that was gripping my hair He yanked my head up to His ear and demanded that i cum for Him.

i cried out from the pain in my head and shoulder and the intense throbbing all over my body, with an emphasis in my pussy. The throbbing began to become more of a thump, and i felt my orgasm begin.

“CUM FOR ME,” He demanded, His tone firm and flat with His mouth pressed hard onto my ear. “CUM FOR ME NOW!” He demanded even harder and louder. The thumping in my pussy increased and I felt it start to cum as i shook and moaned underneath Him, tears streaming down my face. i had no control over my body, over my brain. i was on autopilot, nothing mattered except Master. i came for Him, very hard and fast. It was intense, nothing like i had ever experienced before. As i shook even harder underneath Him, He loosened His grip on my hair but did not let go, and i suddenly realized that i had not been breathing as air suddenly filled my lungs.

He let go of the chunk of skin on my shoulder and waves of pain rippled throughout my shoulder, neck, back and arm. When the ripples met the skin and pressure of His chest on top of them, they sent little sharp shocking sparks throughout the area. It sent me flying, even higher than before, and my body quivered under the intense combination of pleasure and pain. my pussy thumped in long, hard shots, starting off soft and deep, then focusing and centralizing at my clit each time, sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire lower body just in time for another thump to occur. The intensity of the multiple sensations ripping throughout my body caused the tears to flow even more freely from my eyes and down my face.

He did not move or speak. He simply laid there, letting me feel every sensation one by one. After my body began to calm and recover, He rolled over onto His side and swept me up and into the crook of His arm, stroking my hair back from my face.

“Do you have any tears for me?” He asked lovingly. His tone was soft and gentle now.

“Yes, Sir. They are on your arm.”

He pulled my hair back even further from my face and lifted my chin towards Him. i looked up at Him through the tears in my eyes as my chin quivered. i had the urge to sob, although i wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t that i was sad, or hurting. i was simply overcome with emotion and the intensity of what i had just felt. i was still floating, but i was aware of my body now, i could feel every inch of Him against me. my feet against His legs, His hip pressed into my groin, my perky and alert nipples against His chest. i lowered my head and snuggled down into His arm, and the urge to sob immediately subsided. Although the tears felt wonderful- a huge release of emotion and feeling- i was relieved that i did not sob.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you baby,” He whispered. i immediately recognized the words…

“But you’re pretty when you cry.” It was lyrics to one of His favorite songs. i smiled and squeezed my eyelids together and snuggled deeper into Him. He kissed me on the head and then stood up off of the bed.

i started to panic slightly. The sudden absence of His body, His presence, sent me into a sudden spin of feelings. my body felt like it was missing something, a piece of itself.

He was gone, i wasn’t sure where, but i knew that He was not in the room. i rolled over onto my other side and curled up into a little ball. Suddenly He was back, sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. i felt calm again, at peace.

i opened my eyes and looked up at Him. The tears were still spilling out of my eyes, although i wasn’t sure why. i had no desire to stop them.

“Mmmmmmmm….” He moaned underneath His breath. He stroked my hair away from my face and turned my chin further up towards Him.

“Do you know how beautiful you are right now?” He asked me.

i averted my gaze and smiled timidly. i always felt so flattered when He complimented me. i sputtered out something about not feeling very beautiful right now when suddenly He tightened His hand on my chin and gently but firmly moved my head back up towards Him.

“You are beautiful, and you are MINE….forever.”

i softly nodded and He leaned down and kissed my lips. He let go of my chin and i sank down into the pillow, curling up tighter into a ball.

As i closed my heavy eyes, He said, “Goodnight sunshine.”

“Goodnight Sir,” i whispered.

i heard Him leave the room and just then, my descent began. i began to feel heavier, and i felt as if i were sinking. i panicked for a second and wondered if i were dreaming. my eyes flew open and i looked around. i saw a lightswitch, a lamp, a door. i tried to piece it all together. my brain was fuzzy, and i was having a hard time focusing. i blinked a few hard times and looked around the room again. i felt my body tingle all over. The tingling was strong, much like when a limb has fallen asleep. i closed my eyes and let the tingling swell and then cease. Once it had faded to where it was almost gone, i re-opened my eyes. i began to notice more things around the room, a TV, a table, some chairs. i recognized the hotel room. i was in Anaheim. We all were there. L, the baby, the kids. Everyone was there. Master was there too. He was in the next room, laying next to L. i suddenly felt at peace. i was one with my body again. i was safe in bed, with the people that i loved the most surrounding me. And that was all i needed in this world…

xoxoxo
sunshine

twitter me to keep up with new blog postings: http://twitter.com/collaredblogger

My label keeps falling off

As a man who enjoys the idea of male chastity and orgasm control it would seem that I fall into the category of “submissive”. I have perpetuated this myself by stating that it all appeals to a submissive part of me and I suppose that’s true but I don’t really categorise myself as submissive. Our dictionary defines submissive as: “inclined or ready to submit; unresistingly or humbly obedient” and I just don’t fit that description.

I don’t view my wife as a Goddess; I don’t wish to obey her every whim; I don’t want to be treated as worthless and I don’t want to do the dusting in a ‘pinny. I’m not into inflicting or receiving pain and C doesn’t seem keen either. All of these things are absolutely fine, if that’s what you want, but it doesn’t describe me. I view my marriage as a partnership of equals; we make decisions together (usually) and I don’t feel the need to dominate C or be dominated by her. If C expressed an interest in anything like this, I would definitely go along with it on the grounds that it might be fun but none of this is a driver for me.

Outside of our relationship I am anything other than submissive. My work life has almost always involved positions of responsibility where I am expected to provide leadership (I’m not going into details for obvious reasons) and most of my friends would laugh at the thought that I was submissive.

So what would categorise me as a submissive? I love the fact that C is in charge of my cock her property and I quite like being restrained when she looks after her property. I would quite happily go along with anything she fancied trying in the bedroom and that’s about it.

I’m not a submissive, I’m a human being (and I just wanna have fun).

Foto Sesion di Hotel X

Preview

.

KLIK Pada Gambar untuk Memperbesar

Foto Sesion di Hotel X

Foto – Foto Bugil berkualitas dengan mengambil setting di hotel ternama di jakarta. So bagi kalian yang suka dengan foto2 bugil berkualitas bisa mensave foto ini

cerita dewasa | cerita 17tahun | cerita porno | cerita sex | cewek bugil | cewek telanjang | fetish | gambar humor | gambar porno | gangbang | gay | hardcore | hentai | hot | jilbab | lesbian | lucah | matur | nude | oral | orgy | picture | porn | porno | private photos | sarah azhari | sex | sex humor | shemale | swinger | teen | upskirt | video mesum wulan guritno | voyeur | xxx | cerita panas | cerita daun muda | cerita berahi | koleksi cerita setengah baya | cerita ghairah | cerita seru | cerita setengah baya | cerita pemerkosaan | melayboleh | cerita seks | skandal melayu | gambar | melayu boleh | cerita saru | cewek cantik | cerita sexs

Maya Hansen corsetry

Maya Hansen corsetry – It’s divine Darling!

Avez-vous vu la nouvelle collection des corsets Maya Hansen pour le Printemps-Ete 2010? Ne sont-ils pas magnifiques?! On a du mal à croire qu’elle a commencé seulement en 2006. De tous les modèles, j’adore le corset en toile de Jouy, tellement chic et parisien, mais j’aime aussi bien sûr toute l’ambiance ‘Marie-Antoinette’ qui se dégage des créations.

Il y a une boutique en-ligne, les prix commencent aux alentours de 250€ pour un corset ‘overbust‘ en prêt à porter.

Have you seen the new Spring-Summer 2010 Maya Hansen collection? Her corsets are to die for, I can hardly believe that she only started out as a ‘corsetière’ in 2006. I love the romantic blue ‘toile de Jouy’, it just screams ‘French chic’. The whole collection is frighteningly luxurious and very reminiscent of Marie Antoinette.

There is of course an on-line boutique, and a Maya Hansen overbust corset starts at around 250€, which doesn’t seem too expensive at all for a ready to wear corset of this quality.

Pour terminer, j’adore ces deux photographies par Marcelo Aquilio, qui montrent bien tous les détails du corset:

And finally, I also adore these stunning photos by Marcelo Aquilio, they really show off the wild designs to perfection:

Rhha, vous avez vu cette culotte froufroutante et les jolis rubans qui sont incorporés aux bas?! Voilà une bonne idée à emprunter!

I love the girlyness of the frilly knickers, and the darling ribbons that have been incorporated into the pink stockings. What a lovely idea!

***

Aujourd’hui je travaille au Château encore, mais uniquement ce matin, car il y a de nouveau un mariage cet après-midi. D’ailleurs, j’en ai un petit peu marre de voir toutes ces personnes qui se marient, surtout lorsque j’apprends que la mariée n’a que 21 ou 22 ans. Groumph!

Working at the Castle again today, but I’m only giving tours this morning as there is another wedding on this afternoon. I’m sick to death of my College being usurped for these frivolous purposes. It never fails to rile me up when I learn that the bride is only 21 or 22. *Grumble*

Bon week-end darlings!

Have a lovely week-end my dears!

Love is pain

Armin Meiwes mató a un hombre al que apreciaba para descuartizarlo y comer su carne. El proceso completo fue grabado en vídeo. Si no reivindico como pornografía esta cinta no es porque me dé miedo o asco. Es porque me da pena.

Esas malditas relaciones por internet lo confunden y precipitan todo. El concepto de este caníbal me parece bello y noble, pero poco aplicable al campo de lo real, sobre todo si uno tira de la red en busca de un cómplice.

Me imagino, por ejemplo, y antes de exponerlo invito a los de vómito fácil a cerrar esta ventana en pos de conservar su saludo, el amor verdadero. La adoración más extrema. Sólo los niños más solitarios sabemos lo que eso significa. Adorar no es peregrinar una vez al año ni santiguarse antes de dormir, y mucho menos rezar cincuenta rosarios para purgar un pecado. Se adora con los cinco sentidos, y la intensidad es tal que los minutos parecen durar noventa segundos.

Los niños tristes y solos crecemos ahogando un ataque de ansiedad en la garganta que nos acompaña sin pausa hasta la edad adulta. Y si no se ha aliviado, lo seguimos acarreando de una manera mucho más peligrosa: con medios a nuestro alcance. La extrema soleda en mi caso y en el de Meiwes se manifiesta no tanto en la urgente necesidad de recibir cariño como en la de ofrecerlo. Deseo rabiosamente alguien a quien amar, y a quien elija deseo amarlo hasta la locura más frenética. Es la consecuencia de un entorno hostil en el que la pena más grande no consiste en que la chica de tus sueños no te haga caso, sino en que no la encuentras por ninguna parte. Cuando alguien asoma la patita por debajo de la puerta estamos tan desesperados que con agarrarla no es suficiente, parece que lo más seguro es arrancarla de cuajo y tragárnosla. Así no irá a ninguna parte, así permanecerá para siempre en nuestro interior. Cuando volvamos a afrontar la habitación vacía, abrazaremos nuestros propios miembros como si fueran los de otro que nos quiso, y será como tener para siempre una cálida y fiel compañía.

Yo poseo el enfermizo don de la adoración. Es hermoso durante un tiempo pero luego se vuelve peliagudo. No es fácil llevarlo a la práctica. Por eso entiendo al caníbal Meiwes, le compadezco, y no le temo. No fue su culpa. Todo salió mal, fue desorganizado y chapucero, no conocía a su “víctima”, no estaban realmente de acuerdo. Él no buscó matar a una persona y comérsela, sólo quería adorar a alguien hasta el punto de desear devorar su carne, y que el otro se sintiera tan feliz, tan cuidado y venerado ante sus atenciones, que se la entregase.

Si alguien pudiera corresponder mi amor en la medida en que yo amo, querría que me lo comiera. Los que me conocen tragan saliva porque saben que no exagero.

literotica.com

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

The Worlds Largest Sex Toy Store In The World

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

My favorite new blog in Japan

OMG. I discovered perhaps the most delicious, exhibitionist blog in Japan, Satellite of Love by a part-Japanese Swedish model. She is frank about her abundant sex life and her opinions about Japanese men, marriage, and girlish fun. Did I mention that she illustrates her stories with images of Japanese male idols? Plus, she posts almost daily! I am in heaven.

Yesterday’s post had some priceless advice for foreign ladies in Japan:

“Here’s a note for any girl interested in dating in Japan: Date a hairdresser. hairdressers in Japan are usually straight, usually not shy, usually really fun, and you can get your hair done for free if you guys start dating. That, and they’re interested in different kinds of hair, so if you’re not Japanese, your hair is sort of a bonus for them. Funny, but true. I’ve dated 3 Japanese hairdressers and they’ve all been great.”

I am hooked!

Guest post: Asian pop slash

My online friend Marius Mink sent me this amazing collection of links to Asian pop slash, and it was too delicious not to share this post, with her permission, with the world of fan girls and boys.

A quick introduction to this extraordinary guest post. Slash is typically gay male pairings from pop culture created by small groups of female fans. A version of Boys Love based on famous characters from manga, movies or even real life (think Kirk and Spock, for example).

What is most amazing about the Youtube clicks below is that Asian pop has taken this culture one step further. The boy bands themselves are now featuring male smooching as a “fanservice” to their boys-love-loving female fans in concert and on television. While the US has women kissing women in order to turn on men, this latest Asian phenomenon has boys kissing boys in order to get their female fans into a super-frenzy. OMG!

Please enjoy!

———-

Marius Mink’s special guest post:

In an earnest attempt to find my hanchul collection, I went through my favorites and found SO many delicious treats for you. I hope you enjoy the vids. Most of them have nothing to do with Hanchul but I know you will like them. Also, unfortunately most of my good Hanchul stuff got deleted from youtube, but some pretty important stuff is still on.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9wt73LF8xI&feature=channel_page Heechul and Sungmin kissed. Starting on Jan 2nd, 2009 (I believe), Heechul performed a song called “Crazy” several times. ^^ He kissed four boys in four diff performances. This, of course, made ALL the kpop news blogs. This is my second favorite but, unfortunately, as much as I love Sungmin, he’s an effing homophobe. For MONTHS after this kiss, he complained about it and said things like “I can’t be around Heechul the same anymore.” In an earlier incident, Sungmin had to touch lips with Hangeng and he made a big deal about that too. -_-

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZx4MRBe2yw&feature=related Heechul and Jungmo—bad quality but worth it. This was the first kiss. The first time I was floored b/c Korean pop culture is way more conservative than Japanese, so this was groundbreaking. By the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th time, I was absolutely in shock. Heechul’s gotta be the most daring man in Kpop. Jungmo is part of a krock band called TRAX (they’re not well known but they’re awesome). In my opinion, Jay Kim (the singer of TRAX) and Heechul kind of have a history together. There is some convincing canon slash on them out there.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBkpXcwiDdI&feature=related Heechul and Siwon–the uber Christian (but I think homo) member of Super Junior.

http://gengchul.com/ If you can read Chinese…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-aHAbaR1kkk&feature=channel_page Kindan no Koi- I have yet to watch this film. It’s probably one of the only BL films in Japan that I haven’t seen. I can’t even find it raw. It looks bad, but that’s never stopped me from watching/reading yaoi before. It’s from the ppl who made Boys Love—best movie ever.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETZ-q26UKgE&feature=channel_page This is a vid of the now broken up band of Korean transexuals called Lady. My sis and I love them.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2AwB2TDLlo8&feature=related You’re effing welcome. It’s a shame that youtube removed the first vid I ever saw of him. This man, Jung Hyung Min, got a little stint of fame from this event. He was on Starking, one of the most famous tv shows on Korean tv.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-rd4ntV_z4&feature=related Jung hyung min again. I LOVE this guy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X5013ob6KZ4&feature=channel_page This is the opening song of a crazy ass Japanese gay camp film I stumbled upon at a previously homophobic friend’s PPV. The two lovers, Yaji and Kita, are in search of magical mushrooms b/c the blonde one is addicted to drugs. The blonde guy is super famous. He played the emperor in Tom Cruise’s Last Samurai. I find that hilarious. The brunette is super hot in real life. They make out a couple of times in the film.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNKa56ooOQo&translated=1 This is a recent gay Korean film based on the uber famous Japanese manga Antique Bakery (Bangin-sensei cosplayed as the glasses guy). This film is fabulous and the gay action between the French boy and the pretty Korean guy is gorgeous. Watch it. You’ll love it.

Now we begin the Hanchul part:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkINzfl-AEw&feature=PlayList&p=09609FD031338ECF During their Don’t Don stage, Hangeng boasted some fierce blonde hair. This is his now famous hip thrust in the song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3cp2pLLGoRQ&feature=PlayList&p=D7A497AF7B35247B This is a really cute vid of Hanchul holding hands and being all coupley on Chinese television. I’m not gonna lie… this video inspires me almost more than anything else to learn Chinese. I SO want to be able to understand Hangeng and the Chin prog he’s on.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfvoz4y4odc I love this SOOO much. It’s adorable. Hanchul at its best.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rD3Vj6j_VLo This is THE most famous Hanchul clip. It occurred on the Korean variety show YSMM (which I’m addicted to). I highly recommend watching the whole ep b/c it’s hilarious and thoroughly entertaining. Plus, I’m in love with the singer Sung Si Kyung and he’s on there. Also, the woman with short orangy hair is a great singer too.

Finding my Inner subbie - Part IV (The First Time Master Fucked me)

i showered, i dried my hair and applied waterproof mascara. i had a feeling that we would be having sex soon, and i knew that His goal was to make me cry. We had already discussed it in detail, so i wanted to be fully prepared. Once i was clean and dry i headed upstairs and found Him sitting on the couch. i curled up in a ball facing Him and gave Him a little kiss. i asked Him where L was, and He said that she was swimming. i asked Him when she would be back and He said He wasn’t sure, but probably soon.

A few short minutes later, she walked in. She greeted us with a huge smile and excitedly pointed out that i was naked. As she rounded the corner of the couch, i lifted my arms towards her for a hug. She leaned over and hugged me tight and i grinned from ear to ear. He looked on, pleased, and then said that He was going to go get some lunch. While He was gone, her and I chatted about various things while I watched her wash her hair and apply make-up.

She was friendly and sweet, but she seemed slightly nervous. i secretly wondered if it was Him that had her nervous or if it was me. i knew that she was hurrying to get ready before He got back, and it was actually kind of thrilling for me to imagine her being as nervous with Him as i was. i felt a connection to her, a bond that i couldn’t quite put into words. i had been with couples before, even on a regular basis, but never had i felt this kind of bond, especially with the female. But with this couple i already felt a closeness with them that was unlike anything else i had ever experienced. And sitting there, watching her apply makeup with slightly trembling hands, i felt calm and peaceful and a tremendous affection for her. i was anxious to be with her, but knew that i had to be patient.

As soon as she finished freshening up, she stated that she needed to use the restroom and closed the door and i wandered back into the living room. Just then He returned, holding a bag of food.

About that time she walked out, completely naked except for a lace thong. Her body was curvy and womanly, and she walked with a sway that reminded me of Marilyn Monroe. She carried herself with this wicked mixture of confidence combined with this extremely humble air about her. i suddenly had a slight wave of nervousness come across me, and for a second became very aware of my own body and nakedness. Her curves and body had a completely different type of femininity than mine- natural and beautiful and extremely sensual.

“Should i leave these on or take them off?” she asked Him matter-of-factly, pulling out the waistband of her teeny purple panties.

“You can leave them on for now,” He answered.

He gave her a kiss and we all sat down and proceeded to eat our lunch. When we finished, He asked me to go put on my riding clothes. I was suddenly riddled with anxiety about the ride. He got everything together as i got dressed. I went out into the garage and He put the helmet on me, zipped up the jacket and backed the bike out. i awkwardly climbed onto the back of it and off we went.

my heart was literally pounding so hard i could hear it in my ears as we took off, but as we rode i began to relax a little. The sound of the wind and the smell of the fresh clean air was so refreshing, and before i knew it, i was thoroughly enjoying myself and much less worried about the actual ride.

After about a half hour of riding in spurts due to heavy mountain traffic, he veered off onto a different road which was a lot less congested, and pretty soon He kicked it into high gear and we were going so fast that my helmet felt as if it were going to fly off of my head at any moment. It felt great, i loved the speed, i loved the blood racing through my veins, and i loved pressing my body up against His. There was something very intense about trusting someone with your life like that, putting your entire safety in the hands of someone that you had only technically met a couple of hours ago.

As we whipped through the mountains, i pondered why it was so easy for me to trust someone with my life like that, yet so hard for me to trust someone with my heart. But i trusted Him, not only with my life and body but with a small piece of my heart already, and that was scarier than any speeding motorcycle ride could be.

We rode for what seemed like an eternity. Soon He pulled off of the highway and He turned into the neighborhood where their cabin was. As we pulled in and parked, my heart started racing again. i wondered what was going to happen once He got me inside.

We slid off the bike and He removed my helmet and we went inside. It was such a cute place, cozy and decorated with bears and old skiing gear and random “moutain-esque” knick-knacks. We sat our helmets and jackets on the dining room table and He gave me the tour. Off of the Master bedroom on the 3rd story was a deck. He opened the door and we walked out onto the deck and i took a deep breath. The air was crisp and cool and the temperature was perfect. There were a couple of sailboats floating on the beautiful water. The lake was surrounded by tall, perfectly shaped trees and lots of greenery. It was amazing.

He asked me if i would like to take a walk down to the lake and i nodded and said, “Sure!” He closed the patio door and we went back downstairs and exited the front door. He grabbed my hand, and as we walked toward the lake, we chatted about the weather and how nice it was, especially compared to Vegas. We walked to the edge of the lake, chatting and skipping stones for a while before heading back up to the cabin.

As we went inside, my heart again raced at the thought of being completely alone with Him. We got a glass of water from the kitchen and sat down on the couch and started chatting about the lifestyle and the site and friends. After a few minutes of chatting, He methodically grabbed a small pillow from the couch and laid it on the floor between His feet and patted it, indicating that i was to kneel before Him.

As i knelt before Him, my heat raced so fast that i felt light-headed. He lifted my arms above my head and gently took my shirt off, then my bra, laying them beside Him on the couch. He sighed audibly and ran His hands along my chest, grazing my breasts and then cupping them firmly. The way He looked at me, the way He touched me, it made me feel incredibly special. Like i was a prize, something beautiful and exotic. The way He touched me made me feel like i could conquer the world, like i was a hundred feet tall. i felt alive, full of energy and power and excitement. i could see the pride on His face as He admired me and complimented me. He told me that i was beautiful, and that i had an exquisite pussy. i blushed and softly replied “Thank you” to each compliment He gave. He ran His hands all over my body, then up my back and gently grabbed a fistful of my hair along the nape of my neck and then tightened His grip, causing a slight cry to escape my lips as He tugged my head backward. my knees went weak and my skin felt like it was on fire. It was my favorite move; i have always responded immediately and positively to having the back of my hair pulled.

He pulled my head all the way backward, bending my entire body into an arch with my alert breasts pointing straight to the ceiling. He ran His free hand along my body and kissed my chest. my legs were shaking and struggling to hold my arched body up. i was uncomfortable, but i didn’t dare move or resist the position He had me in, for fear of displeasing Him. He released me and repeated the process a time or two and then let me straighten upright before Him, still kneeling in between His thighs.

He leaned back and slowly unzipped His pants, exposing His hard cock. i immediately leaned over, opening my mouth and eagerly lowering it down onto Him. i moved my wet mouth up and down a few times, running my tongue around His thick, hard cock while my mouth encased it. Every couple of minutes He would lift my head and rub my breasts and ask me questions. i answered with “Ok” once and He grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head backward and said, “You wanna try that answer again?”

my knees went weak and chills ran over my entire body as i loudly whispered, “Yes Sir.”

After a while, He put His cock back into His pants and i pouted a little bit. He stated that He wanted me to go get Him a refill on His water and a tissue. i smiled and said “Ok” as i stood up, but before i even took a step, i corrected myself by saying “Yes Sir.” i laughed as i went into the kitchen to do as He said, and stated that i was learning as i went. It was true, i wanted to be a good girl, to say the right things, do the right things, make Him proud of me, but it was an adjustment to make. i had to get used to the entire scenario and obeying someone. It was all new to me, but it was exciting, and i wanted to be that girl, to be His property, so it was an adjustment that i was willing to make.

i returned with His water and tissue and returned to my position on my knees in front of Him. i watched Him drink His water and we chatted some more. After a few minutes, i asked if i could sit next to Him. my knees were starting to get sore and my legs were tired from the ride and from kneeling. He stated that i needed to ask Him the proper way, which He informed me of. Nodding and smiling, i timidly asked, “Sir, may i sit next to you?” He said yes and patted the couch next to Him. i groaned as i stood and my sore knees straightened. i sat down on the couch next to Him and leaned against Him and we talked some more. He had mentioned me getting a tattoo on myself in His honor, and as we threw around ideas, i suggested that i get “Yes Sir” on my ass. He liked this idea, and i actually liked it as well.

After a while He stated that we should head back, because He wasn’t sure how much longer He could hold out. He cracked a joke about an erection lasting more than 4 hours and we laughed as we stood up to get our riding gear back on.

The ride back was much less stressful for me. He spoke to me more often, pointing out landmarks and such. And as we rode the last stretch to His house, i felt the wind on my face and the vibration of the bike and i could have almost fallen asleep, it was so relaxing. As we pulled into His driveway, i was relieved and disappointed all at the same time. i could tell that she wasn’t home, because her vehicle was missing. This meant that i would have to wait even longer to experience them.

i sat on the couch and my sleepiness hit me pretty hard. As i sank down into the couch to relax, He called her and asked her when she would be back. She must have stated that it would be a while, because He then asked her if she minded if we went ahead and got started. i wasn’t sure how she answered, but suddenly i was extremely nervous and anxious and not sleepy at all. i suddenly wanted to shower, as i had been sweating slightly on both the ride up and the ride back and wanted to be fresh and clean when He touched me. He asked me if i was opposed to being taped and i said no, and then as i stood up i timidly asked if i could shower. He said that i could, and as i made my way downstairs, undressed and showered, my heart raced so fast i felt light-headed again. i wondered what would happen, what He would do to me, how rough He would be with me. i knew from our previous conversations that His plan was to fuck my face until i cried and then cum on my face, then not wipe it off and then fuck my ass until i cried again. i knew from the size of His cock that His entry into my ass would be extremely painful, no matter how gentle He was, even though i did not expect Him to be gentle at all.

i got out of the shower, half expecting Him to be standing there. He wasn’t. i nervously dried my hair a little and then went into the bedroom. i didn’t dare get dressed. The video camera was set up, facing the bed, and some large pieces of bondage were lying on the floor. my heart skipped a beat, as i had no idea what was about to happen. i wasn’t sure what to do, where to wait for Him, and my skin felt like it was going to fly off of my body at any given second. i literally could not remember the last time my body was flooded with so much adrenaline. Standing still was impossible. i walked back into the bathroom to do a once over on myself, and touch up my waterproof makeup. my hands were shaking and my legs were weak. i heard Him coming down the stairs and my heart raced so fast that i had to hold onto the bathroom counter to keep from falling down.

i exited the bathroom and He was at the door to the room. He grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. i lay there, not daring to move, and watched Him as He grabbed one of the pieces of large bondage and proceeded to put it on me.

He was gentle, more gentle than i expected, and attached a large black collar to my already collared neck and then ran an attached large black piece of leather down the front of my chest in between my breasts. He then gently laid my arms inside of the two cuffs along the large black leather strap, pinning them down to my body. He then grabbed the other large black piece, which was a long bar that held two large black cuffs, one on each end. He attached one of the cuffs to my right foot, then the other to my left foot. This forced my legs widely apart, exposing me completely and leaving me unable to move. He then attached the bar to the black strap along my chest, exposing me even more, and restricting my movement even more. my heart rate was slower now, which i found surprising, but positively so, as almost passing out in the bathroom made me wonder if i was going to be able to stay conscious throughout the entire ordeal.

After He attached my legs to the contraption on my chest, He rubbed my pussy and then my ass, stating that my ass was scared. He was right. i was scared, but not as much as i had been throughout the entire day. my fear and anxiety had finally subsided, as all of the buildup had finally come to culmination. This was it, what i had been waiting for, for months now. All the chats, and fantasies and planning were about to become a reality. i felt oddly at peace with the whole thing.

He suddenly grabbed my head and quickly pulled it off of the bed, the same way that He had done previously that morning. i was face up and unable to move as He slid His rock hard cock into my mouth. He was pushing against the back of my throat and telling me to give it to Him, then finally He broke past my mouth and down into my throat. my air supply was completely gone, and i was thrashing against the restraints and tears were flowing freely from my eyes. i struggled against Him, listening to Him moan with each thrust, deep into my throat. He finally took it out and let me breathe, and as i gasped for air the tears flowed even faster from my eyes. Within just a few seconds He repeated the entire process, each time pushing His way past my mouth and into my throat.

It was an incredible sensation. It didn’t hurt, but it was scary and intense. i could not move or resist, but in a way i was glad because i could struggle but without interrupting Him, and i wanted to please Him without making Him fight for it. i liked Him having complete power over me, over when i breathed and how long i breathed and how much i could move. Pretty soon i could tell He was going to cum, and He pulled out and began to cum all over my face, covering every inch of my forehead and cheeks and eyes and chin. No spot was left dry, and the hot tears flowing from my eyes mixed with the hot cum, and my face felt cold and wet and steaming hot all at the same time.

i heard Him walk over and put a condom on and He methodically knelt in front of me on the bed, and within seconds He entered my pussy. He moaned really loudly and i gasped. He was big, and it felt wonderful, but before i even had a chance to enjoy it, He withdrew and entered my ass. He pushed and pushed against the tight little hole and i screamed out over and over in pain. He finally broke through and as His large hard cock slid into my ass, blinding pain shot through my entire body, and for a moment i thought i might pass out. i screamed and cursed and whimpered and cried even more than before. With every thrust i let out a slew of obscenities, and eventually it started to feel good, but my ass was still hurting from His forced entry. The pleasure and pain combination was euphoric, and i was light-headed and focused on the intensity of it all. He started thrusting harder and i felt myself start to climax. i announced that i was going to cum and He was thrusting with all His might, harder and faster and deeper into my ass. my entire body tensed up and my orgasm started in my stomach and shot down to my clit with an overwhelming speed and force. my entire pussy felt like it exploded in one sudden burst, and before i knew it He was moaning, and the thrusting became more spaced out and deeper, and i could tell He was cumming.

He exited my ass, and stood up off the bed and i suddenly was aware of my face, still covered in what was now cold, thick cum and hot salty tears. He unlocked my feet from the bar and removed the bar from the piece on my chest. He then sat down next to me and gazed at me happily. i laughed about my eyes sticking together and He laughed as well, then left the room. i heard the bathroom water running and knew He was wetting a washcloth to wipe me clean. He returned with a hot wet washcloth and sat next to me, gently wiping my face, section by section. The look on His face was gentle, happy and satisfied. It gave me much pleasure to know that i had satisfied Him, and i wanted to wrap my arms around Him, but they were still strapped to my chest.

He left the room for a few minutes, and i was unsure where He went or what He was doing. He returned, and offered me water from a green squirt bottle. Since i could not move my arms, i simply opened my mouth and He squirted some water in it. i swallowed eagerly and He asked me if i wanted more and as i gulped the water, some ran down my face and into my ears. i shook my head a little and we laughed, and then He squirted some on my warm pussy. The cold water shocked me and i writhed around, squealing. He squirted me a couple more times and we playfully laughed. He gave me a little more water to drink and then asked me if i was done. i shook my head yes and He sat the bottle down on the dresser.

He returned and stood above me where i could barely see Him, but i could tell He was stroking himself. i instinctively knew that He was getting himself ready to have sex with me again. i wondered what His plan was, and as He knelt before me again, i eagerly awaited His entry. He pushed His hard cock into my wet pussy and began fucking me with forceful thrusts. i moaned and groaned in pleasure, as did He. i still could not move my arms, but i wrapped my legs loosely around His hips and let them move along with His thrusts. Within a few minutes, we both came, almost simultaneously, and again He immediately stood up off of the bed.

After a few moments He came back into view and smiled as He unhooked my arms from the cuffs. i rubbed my wrists, which i did not even realize were sore from twisting inside of the cuffs. They were red and throbbing. As i rubbed my wrists i glanced over my shoulder at the empty doorway. i was disappointed that she had not been able to join us. He handed me the green water bottle and i drank some more, fumbling with it since my body was still shaky and uncoordinated from all the sex. i sighed, satisfied and happy, and we both laughed. He helped me stand on shaky legs, and we walked out of the room and up the stairs.

xoxoxo

sunshine

to leave a comment, please click on “LEAVE COMMENT” directly below…