Those old enough to remember JFK’s trip to Berlin during the height of the Cold War will never forget his famous and defiant line: ” ich bin ein Berliner.” For years there was a claim the young President had made a horrible gaffe, that what he said actually translated as: “I am a jelly donut.” His words sparked the great jelly donut arms race, with both East and West competing for years to make the sweetest and largest “berliner”. The Soviet Union finally collapsed under the weight of its hugely subsidized, and inefficient, military pastry industrial complex. In the pastry war the French took the lead for the West, turning out every more delicious, and caloric, concoctions capable of bringing entire Soviet divisions to their knees.
This really isn’t true. But it sure makes a wonderful story. What Kennedy said had nothing to do with donuts… And I made up the pastry war. The French never win at anything…
This post is just a dumb, juvenile excuse to post pictures of good looking naked frauleins from Germany (at least according to their Flickr tags). These girls may be sugary sweet, but no one would ever accuse them of being jelly donuts!
Only Flickr members with safe search OFF will see these photos. Join Flickr free.
GLAZED, CHOCOLATE,
POWDER,
JELLY, SWEDISH,
CINNAMON,
TWIST, BEAR CLAW,
BOSTON CREME,
CUSTARD, POLISH,
BEIGNET,
BLUEBERRY CAKE
Hello, Fellow Panty & Porn Lovers!
I’m on the road headed for Oregon, modeling across the country, camping out, saving cash and putting the clothes I use for my photoshoots up for grabs. It gets hot under those lights, so you can bet that they’re all very well worn in.
- panties
- bras
- socks
- stockings
- nylons
- shoes
- used cigarette butts, complete with my lipstick stains
- photo sets (both pro and custom)
- custom videos
- my BFs used boxers/briefs
- sweet treats
- used chapstick/lip gloss/lipstick
- Gimme an idea!
I’m happy to do special requests, so just ask.
I wear the panties from 24 hours to 3 days (or maybe more) and the moment I take them off they are placed in a ziplocked baggie for freshness.
I mentioned in previous posts that I found pipe smoking intriguing, but I’ve never found pipe smoking erotic… at least not until today. And I’m not sure if it is the pipe smoking per se or my boyfriend’s interest in it that was more of a turn-on. See, I really have no desire to see my boyfriend smoke cigarettes. My fetish is most about me or other women smoking and occasionally I see I guy that is smoking that I find attractive. Actually I know that I wouldn’t find it sexy if my boyfriend smoked cigarettes. It just doesn’t suit him.
But today, we were walking down the street and passed a tobacco shop. We peeked inside, not entering and he said something about maybe smoking a pipe. It caught me by surprise, but pleasantly. I said I was interested and had been for a while. He then said it would be something we could do together and I started to get turned-on, just thinking about doing it with him.
I’m not when this will happen, but I’m in no hurry really. I’m just happy he is open to smoking something… and why I have the desire to get him to smoke anything is beyond me. Probably partly to have him understand what I see in tobacco at all. I’m starting to see that there are many facets to my fetish that I previously didn’t see. I almost think I have a thing for the smoke… I guess only time will tell.
Here are a handful of photographers posting on Flickr worth visiting:
Erotic Art Photo. She (at least that’s her claimed gender) has an empty profile but joined Flickr just this month. Among her 200 photos are erotic shots from yesteryear. Here are some of the more salacious samples: “resting on her laurels”, “dancing with friends”, “intimate ladies”, “hotwheels”, “three of a kind”, and “mirror, mirror”.
If vintage photos of women now old enough to be your great grandmother turn you on, Johnny Mahoney’s photostream is just your ticket. Vintage Nudes is an excellent set. Johnny actually took these photos himself. Next week he celebrates his 108th birthday.
You will find another antique dresser full of vintage nudes at Rosepusateri’s site (sorry, she has no sets).
Proof people had sex before 1966 (the year I discovered it) may be found in the racy set Vintage Erotica by Memento Mori1880.
Want to know how people fucked in truly ancient times: this photo of Roman brothel art from Pompeii, and this one, and this one, too.will show you how they managed without Viagra.
If you’re feeling old now, this delicious set by Von Wolfsburg of an accommodating blonde should perk you right up.
I’ve been going to Hooters for years on Mondays with my natural Father. I’ve known Sara for a long time just from her serving us and seeing her there every week. She knew our names long before the other servers did. She isn’t the hottest Hooters girl I’ve ever seen but she certainly stands out from most. She has brown hair and blue eyes and a medium build. She’s very nice and very pretty. She fills out the Hooters uniform perfectly in my opinion. Those tight ugly orange shorts that I love capture her ass perfectly. I could always see the little tattoo on her ass cheek peeking out of the shorts through her Hooters’ pantyhose. Her tight Hooters T-shirt clings so naturally to her medium breasts behind her push up bra. God. I’ve wanted Sara for so long.
I’ve wanted to date a Hooters girl for years but never asked one out. I’ve even tried to convince my girlfriends to work there and even thought about buying them an official outfit to wear during sex.
I’ve often thought about asking Sara out but either she’s had a boyfriend or I’ve had a girlfriend. The timing was never right or I didn’t have the confidence. This changed a month ago.
Sara knows where I work and has stopped by a few times in the past to eat at the restaurant where I work. She was usually with a boyfriend or a girlfriend. A lot of the time I was too busy to talk to her. A month or so ago she stopped by alone and it was slow and I had time to talk to her. I got to know her a little more. She’s 27 years old. She’s going to school to be a radiology technician. After she finished eating she asked me if I wanted to catch a smoke wither. I asked a co-worker to cover my section and we went outside to smoke.
Sara looked different out of her Hooters’ outfit. She wore jeans and a low cut blue top without the push up bra and a warm looking puffy black coat. She was just as hot. I knew I had to make a move today.
“We should go out sometime.” I said.
“Yeah, we should.” she said to my surprise.
“What’s your schedule like this week?” I asked.
“I have Friday and Saturday off for some reason this week.”
“It’s so you can go out with me. Let’s go out Friday night.” I smiled
“Sounds great.”
She gave me her cell phone number. I called her cell on the spot so she’s have mine.
I had to rush back to work in case I was sat. Sara said she was going to continue shopping. We went our own ways and I was happier then ever. I was going to finally go out with a Hooters girl. Sara.
I called her on Thursday to make the final plans. We agreed that I would pick her up at 8pm on Friday and we were going to go to Philadelphia for dinner.
I finished work on Friday a little early so I had time for my daily nap. I woke up from a shorter than usual nap and showered and shaved. I got dressed and was ready to leave a little early so I semi-cleaned my car out which is usually full of empty water bottles and energy drink bottles and other trash. I went to Starbucks and picked up a coffee since I still had a little time.
I arrived at Sara’s house in Cherry Hill on time. I debated whether I was supposed to actually knock on the door or call her cell and let her know that I was there. The choice was made for me when she came out of the front door. I had to open the door from the inside for her because it doesn’t open from the outside all of the time. As Sara stepped in I was thrilled to see her wearing a skirt with black tights on showing off her legs as they fell into her tight fitting calf high boots. It was no Hooters outfit but she looked good.
I was going to take her to this Vietnamese restaurant in Philadelphia originally but I asked her f she liked sushi and she does so we went to Makados in Cherry Hill. The sushi rocks there.
We talked and flirted through dinner and got to know each other a little bit more. We don’t have much in common besides working in the food industry so we talked about that a lot. Her music and movie tastes are far different then mine. She’s into sports and I’m not. We still maintained a good conversation and the attraction was growing.
We left the restaurant and were originally going to go to the movies. I didn’t want to deal with the crowd but I wanted to be with her. Coincidentally Sara suggested we go back to her place and watch a movie. So we did.
She had a romantic comedy that she wanted me to see called He’s Just Not That Into You with a bunch of stars like Drew Barrymore and Ben Afflick so I was not looking forward to this.
She went into her kitchen and came back with two beers and handed me one. Here it comes. The uncomfortable part of a date with a girl that drinks where I have to say no.
“No thanks. Do you have any soda?” I asked.
“All I have is Diet Coke.” She answered.
“Good enough. Thanks.”
Whew. She didn’t ask shy I don’t want to drink, I thought. She came back with a glass of soda for me and set it on her coffee table.
“How come you don’t want a beer? Don’t you drink?” she asked.
Great. She had to ask.
“I don’t drink.” I said.
“Don’t tell me you’re one of those recover people. Are you?” she asked.
“Yup. I am.”
“Oh man. I hope you’re not like my friend. She doesn’t like to hang out with me if I’m going to drink and she doesn’t go to clubs and stuff.” She said.
“No, I’m not like that. I don’t care what you do. I’m just not going to do it. Maybe if you were shooting up or smoking crack I’d leave.”
She laughed.
“No drugs for me. I just like to drink sometimes. Is it going to bother you if I drink now?”
“No. I don’t care.”
I didn’t. I don’t. I was just hoping that she isn’t a drunk.
We sat on her long floral print couch watching the movie. It was actually pretty good. What I saw of it. Halfway through the movie I finally put my arm around her. She responded by moving closer into my body. Within minutes we started kissing and forgot about the movie. Sara was a little sloppy at first but got better fast. It wasn’t long before we were fondling each other and moaning. I had my hands all over her legs and teased my way up her skirt. She eventually grabbed me and squeezed and rubbed me through my jeans. She pulled out my penis and stroked it and I came fast while touching her through her tights.
I apologized for coming so fast and she said it was ok. She didn’t want to do much else on a first date anyway. She liked doing it. We went back to watching the movie curled up in each other’s arms. The movie was good. Sara was great.
We talked for a while longer and I kept noting our differences but tried to ignore them because she is so hot. Somehow we avoided any more sex but hugged and kissed a lot. I left her place around two in the morning with a smile on my face.
We text and talked o the phone for the next week and I got to see her again the following Saturday night. I picked her up at Hooters this time. I requested that she leave her uniform on and she didn’t seem to understand why. I explained to her how much I loved the way it looked on her. I told her that I love pantyhose. I told her how great she looked in them. I was so disappointed when I picked her up that she wasn’t wearing her Hooters’ outfit. She wore jeans and a sweater and sneakers. I didn’t say anything about it.
We went back to her place again. W skipped the movie and went right into kissing this time. She got even better. I wondered if she’d been practicing with someone else. I kept kissing her anyway. It was passionate and of course led to groping and fondling again. This time I paid more attention to her breasts than her legs and crotch at first. Kissing her neck and she kissed mine as I took off her top to reveal her Hooters’ push up bra still on. I took that off too and her breasts were the perfect size for her body. She moaned and grabbed my crotch. I moaned in pleasure. I soon had my pants off and she was going down on me while I felt her breasts started to unbutton her jeans. She stopped and said we should take it to the bedroom.
I threw her on the bed and started to peal her jeans off. As they came down I saw she was wearing her Hooters’ pantyhose under her jeans. My erection grew more.
“Wow.” I said.
“Well, you said you liked pantyhose so I left them on in case we got this far.” She said.
It’s true. I liked them even more on Sara. Her pants were off and she was wearing just her pantyhose. She reached down and pulled off her socks to reveal some sexy feet sticking out of her pantyhose that stopped at the ankle. I gave them a rub then a kiss. I licked and rubbed her legs all the way up to her waist avoiding her crotch to tease her. I licked her stomach as she reached around my body and touched me wherever she could. I licked and felt her hard nipples and beautiful breasts. Then I went up her neck and we kissed some more and fondled each other some more. She moved me onto my back and got on top of me with her crotch on mine and humped me back and forth while she kissed my neck.
It ended up just the way I hoped. We fucked for a long time and both of us came. She said she came several times but I don’t believe it. She assumed I was going to stay the night. I assumed I was leaving. As I sat up and lit a cigarette I grabbed my pants.
“You’re not leaving me, are you?” she asked.
“Uh, no. I was just checking my cell phone.” I said.
“Good. I don’t want you to leave. I don’t ever want you to leave.”
That was a little scary to hear.
“I’m staying.” I said.
After my smoke I crawled into bed with Sara and we spooned most of the night. I slept good that night. A warm sexy body next to mine. I awoke from a dream that a girl was jerking me off to find Sara’s hand on my penis. I was hard. She kissed me and said good morning. It was a good morning. I went to touch her back and she stopped me.
“Just relax and don’t do anything but enjoy it.” she said.
I did just that. I enjoyed it. She put me in her mouth and kept her hand moving. I finished in minutes. I wanted to lie there but I had to pee really badly. I did. I came back to the bedroom and she was gone.
I found Sara in the kitchen cooking eggs and bacon.
“Coffee is made. Help yourself. I’m making eggs and bacon. Is that ok?” she said.
“Sounds great.” I said.
I poured a cup of coffee and kissed her passionately for a bit.
“Go sit in the living room and I’ll bring it out to you when I’m done. You can put on the TV.” she said.
I sat on the couch and lit a cigarette and shot a quick prayer up to God. I put on the TV and settled for the news. I never watch the news. This morning felt different. I felt happy with life. I smoked and drank my coffee and waited for Sara. She brought breakfast into the living room and gave me my plate. We ate and watched TV.
I stayed for about an hour after breakfast and we kissed goodbye. I told her I’d call her. I didn’t get a chance to.
She text me that day and thanked me for a great time. She called me that night and wanted to see me. I had plans to go to a meeting. She text and called me everyday. It was getting to be too much. I stopped answering my phone and returning her texts. They stopped. I skipped Hooters that week too. I don’t know why but I was glad when she stopped texting me and calling me.
I just went to Hooters this past Monday and was told that she quit. I was relieved because I didn’t want to confront her about why I didn’t call her back and all. I’m not even that sure.
Weird that I’ve barely dated this past year or so and I finally land a hot chick and I stop seeing her because she seems needy and we don’t have anything in common. I’ve learned from experience that nothing would have become of it and I didn’t want to hurt her even though I probably did. I should have confronted her and told her why but I was too chicken shit. At least I knew to get out. The question in my mind now is whether I should date another Hooters girl. Ashley looks good and is really nice to me. Ha.
If you are visiting São Paulo and want to have a full sensual and erotic bondage experiencie that ends up in a relaxing and reinvigorating orgasm. this might interest you.
In my place – very safe and well located – you are gonna be laid down and be bound in several parts of your body. You may be naked or only in your underwear and socks - this will be decided at the moment we meet. Blindfolded, you will not move a single part of your body. You are gonna start feeling your hot spots being touched, caressed and stimulated until your cockhead is expressing your willingness to cum.
You are gonna have your legs, balls, chest and feet licked, kissed and slowly bitten. Special attention will be given to your feet as they are gonna be massaged, caressed, licked, lightly beaten and tickled – as some hotfeet guys cannot take tickling, we can negotiate that later.
NO EXTREME OR unconfortable pain will be applied. In the cumming end you are supposed to feel relaxe, happy and satisfied.
For this experience, you´re are gonna be required to:
- be at the age of 20 to 45
- have a fit body (slim or lightly average or lightly athletic body). No muscular, fat or too skinny bodies will be allowed
- have a cute and healthy face
- have nice, soft, wide and clean feet (US size 10,5 to 14 / Europe size 44 to 50). North american wide feet, north european squared wide feet and argentinian and chilean wide feet are very appreciated and will be very well treated while bound
- be disease/HIV negative
- send personal pics of your face, your dressed full body (shirtless or naked if you want so) and separated picture of your bare feet when requested. Pictures of mine will be retributed in the same way.
REMEMBER:
NO SEX
NO DRUGS
NO PAIN
NO EXTREMES
Just the pleasure of bondage in a quiet and safe place. Cortesy and satisfaction are gonna be our goals, mine and yours.
To submit, write to bondageexperiencesp@gmail.com . Please, copy the form below to your email and fill the blanks with the information required.
NAME
DATE OF BIRTH
HEIGHT (meter of feet)
WEIGHT (kilos or pounds)
ETINICITY
BODY HAIR (hairy, average or none)
SIZE OF FEET (US or European measurements – please specify)
PENIS SIZE (cm or inchs / cut or uncut)
OCCUPATION
ESTIMATED ARRIVAL IN SÃO PAULO
ESTIMATED DEPARTURE FROM SÃO PAULO
IF YOU ALREADY KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GONNA STAY, PLEASE INFORM
PLEASE MARK DOWN WHAT YOU CAN TAKE (notice that not everything will be applied. I just have to see what I have in options with you for a good session)
[ ] massage
[ ] tickling
[ ] light bastinado
[ ] cum control
[ ] edging
[ ] milking
[ ] nipple play
[ ] clothes pin
[ ] light ball strech
[ ] balls and penis bondage
[ ] dildos
[ ] chest flogging
[ ] kissing
[ ] gags
[ ] silvertape
[ ] light beating
[ ] hot wax (please, inform which parts of your body can take it, including your feet)
[ ] ice
[ ] light electro estimulation
[ ] blindfold
REMEMBER: NO HEAVY PAIN, NO PISS, NO SEX, NO VIOLENCE. JUST RELAXING BONDAGE EXPERIENCE TO HAVE YOUR BODY AND FEET EXPLORED AND SENSUALLY ESTIMULATED.
PLEASE, ALSO WRITE DOWN ANU FURTHER QUESTIONS OR COMMENTS.
YOUR PICS WILL BE DEMANDED AFTER THIS FORMULARY SUBMISSION. AFTER I RECEIVE YOUR PICS, YOU ARE GONNA GET MINE.
PS: I would also love to provide you any information about accomodation, Sao Paulo neighborhoods styles, good restaurantes of any price, cafes, art galleries and running tracks if you like to run in the city. That´s waht I love about my city so please fon´t hesitate to require any of these informations.
I’m sorry that I haven’t posted for a while, but Christmas has been a joyful, but hectic old time and this is the first day that I’ve had a moment to myself for nearly three weeks. I have also finally caught up with the Lost Sleep that goes hand in hand with the week leading up to Christmas. Having woken briefly for The Archers, slithered downstairs just long enough to boil an egg and make soldiers, then return to bed to almost finish the Andrew Martin book (Murder at Deviation Junction) I was given for Christmas, I feel thoroughly refreshed and ready for action.
Action, in the immediate sense, meant tidying the midden that was my bedroom and photographing three pairs of shoes. I need to explain this.
I love shoes. I am not a frivolous woman; my interests in life tend towards the intellectual, the artistic and the practical and I am passionate about many things. But shoes are one girly fetish to which I submit with joy. Except in extremis, it matters not whether you gain or lose a few pounds,
Oh yes
your shoes still fit. I have nearly sixty pairs of shoes and boots ranging from a clomping pair of ex-army yompers through sensible black pumps to the sluttiest pair of 5″ red suede stilettos you have ever seen (a gift from Lady Somerset). In order to enjoy them to the full, I keep them all in boxes, stacked on a bookshelf in my bedroom, each with a photograph carefully pasted on the front for ease of identity. It really speeds up getting dressed, I can tell you! Practical you see, practical.
Sadly, I don’t get as many opportunities as I would like to wear the really slutty ones, but I know they’re there. Waiting in their boxes, for the time when, having run an appraising eye over the serried ranks of foot-soldiers waiting for duty, I fix a resolute eye on the perfect pair – perhaps The Pewter Wedges, perhaps the Black PVC Platform Boots – and say “You are the Chosen Ones. Come forth and dazzle your public!”.
Actually, I may not have quite enough sleep after all…
(1st Avenue L train Station, NYC… Phantom of the Opera meets Fame meets fetish party)
HAPPY 2010 everyone! For New Year’s Eve, I almost stayed in, due to tight freelance work deadlines. However, around 10pm I decided, fuck it, time for a break! So I dressed quickly, pulled my camera out and headed out to document some fun New Year’s Eve moments and cool fashion looks.
Here are some photos from my friend Mary, Jessica and Simba’s party…
The lovely hosts Mary, Jessica and our friend ChingYi.
I’m totally digging Justin’s brown fedora, striped scarf and black-patterned shirt combo.
I know Minnie will kill me if I showed her expression in this one, but check out the necklace!
……..
Bold look on the subway; note the funky finger gloves and matching umbrella!
Ran into this lovely outside my apartment. The print looks floral from a distance,
but up close, it has an interesting pixelated/crochet-like detail.
Here’s to a great year of fashion and creativity! xoxo, shonshon8
(1st Avenue L train Station, NYC… Phantom of the Opera meets Fame meets fetish party)
The lovely hosts Mary, Jessica and our friend ChingYi.
I’m totally digging Justin’s brown fedora, striped scarf and black-patterned shirt combo.
I know Minnie will kill me if I showed her expression in this one, but check out the necklace!
Bold look on the subway; note the funky finger gloves and matching umbrella!
Ran into this lovely outside my apartment. The print looks floral from a distance,