Simone in a fishnet suit being a camwhore probably with Simon.

This is about the last of Simon’s Flickr collection in which he does some cross-dressing, anal sex with a banana, and cums on his own face.

When I came up with the “Simon” and “Simone” names it was with these posts in mind.  In their blogs, aside from all the pictures and the videos there are are also entries in which they discuss “experiences/fantasies”.  These are usually described as actual experiences but that’s impossible to verify.  All I can say is they claim them as real and they tend to be very explicit.  I don’t judge, I just report.  Behind the cut is Simone describing an experience at a swinger’s club called the Scarlet Ranch — that is an actual place so this could be true.

SIMONE SAYS:

“Aside from the Boston area, I spent some time in Colorado this past year.  Naturally I had my share of fun out there, but one of the more memorable occasions was when a guy I met (call him “Jake”) brought me to The Scarlet Ranch.

The Scarlet Ranch is a swinger’s club in Denver, and was one of the best times I ever had!!  Jake and I, after talking a bit through emails, decided this was just the kind of place I was looking for, because it had something for everyone, and was a great place to be if someone’s a bit of a show-off, which, obviously, I am. 

We went on a Friday night, and the club was fairly crowded.  There were people dressed in every fashion, from fully-dressed, to very skimpy and sexy, to practically naked.  The main room had a dance floor, a bar, a pool table, plenty of spots to sit and relax, and a gigantic flat-screen TV showing porn.

Jake and I changed, him wearing a pair of black boxer/briefs while I decided to be brave and go with just a pair of thong panties and a very see-thru bra.  We walked around where the private rooms were, and Jake told me that the rule of thumb was private rooms with doors closed meant “do not disturb” while rooms with open doors were open invitations to watch, maybe even join in.  We saw several couples and small groups doing various things, and I found myself drawn to the ones with just one woman and a number of guys around her watching.  I told Jake this was exactly the kind of thing that turned me on.

Jake took me by the hand and led me into one of the rooms, where there were several guys watching a couple having sex.  He whispered in my ear and told me to get down on my hands and knees, and once I did he got down behind me and pulled my panties aside.  This was, mind you, not 2 feet in front of the guys watching the other couple.  I felt Jake’s cock pressing against my lips (already plenty wet) and then he was moving in and out of me, fucking me right there in the room, while another couple fucked on the bed and a number of total strangers were watching and stroking themselves.  This alone was a huge thrill, and got me SO turned on, so I reached up and started helping the guy nearest to me stroke.  He knelt down in front of me almost at once, and I started sucking on him, and the idea of me doing this, publically, with guys watching, was driving me insane, and I came a few times in just a few minutes.

After that, Jake asked me just how brave I was feeling, and if I wanted to be a REAL showoff, and I said yes, definitely!  He brought me around to the shower area, had me remove the little clothes I was wearing, and then sent me in to shower.  What made this so great was the way the shower area is set up.  Between the shower area and the main dance floor is a totally transparent glass wall, so anyone out in the main room can easily see into the shower area.  From inside the shower you can’t see out well, because the main room is dim and the shower’s brighter, so most of what you see is a reflection, but I remembered walking in how clearly I could see into the shower, and got thrills just thinking about who might be out in that main room, watching me shower…

I started playing with myself under the shower, and the Jake walked in, already hard, and had me get down on my knees.  I started sucking him right away, watching my reflection in the glass, knowing on the other side people were watching me.  Then things started getting really interesting, because as I was sucking him, other guys started to come into the shower area, all standing around me, stroking themselves and watching.  After a few minutes I could taste Jake cumming, so I swallowed that down, and then as soon as he stepped back, another guy stepped into his place.  I looked up at Jake, and he said, “Have fun”.  I immediately started sucking the guy in front of me, and reaching out found two more hard cocks to stroke.  What was amazing about this was, the whole time it was happening, I didn’t even see the guys’ faces, just cocks all around me, in my hands, in my mouth, all cumming one after the other.  I lost count around six or seven, and totally lost track of time.

When it was done, I dried off, got dressed, and went back out to the main room to meet Jake.  I looked over at the shower and realized just how visible I must have been to the crowd out here, and that was a thrill all over again.  Then, the last added thrill was the realization that, as I looked around the room, since I’d been on my knees the whole time focusing on just the cocks, I really didn’t have any idea who I had just sucked off.  The rest of the night, every time I made eye contact with any guy, all I could do was wonder if he’d fed me his cock in that shower, in full view of the whole club…

My only regret is I didn’t get any pictures, but obviously, in a place like this, cameras are major no-no’s.  But, all in all, it was a great night”

This is even more from Simon’s Flickr collection that he “accidentally” made available to that online community.

It looks like a standard set of blowjob pictures complete with cum facial, but if you look close there is something even kinkier about this set.  Look at the two pictures below and take notice of the wallpaper patterns and carpeting in both.

It’s already established that the left picture was taken in his mother’s room, which means Simon did this blowjob IN HIS MOTHER’S BEDROOM.  I would have missed that completely if he himself hadn’t pointed it out to me.

I don’t judge I just report.

As I left the grocery store, a red strobe came from every wall, sending all other shoppers into grand mal seizures. An auto tuned Morgan Freeman impersonator asked me to wait for an employee to assist me. A giant steel cage slammed down over me, separating me from my cart full of foodstuffs. I asked to be taken back to the security office so the ex-marine-looking gentleman eyeing my receipt could search for the stolen merchandise in my ass. But they wouldn’t do it. So I guess this Vizio LCD is mine.

What pisses me off about shoplifters is not that they violate social norms or contribute to the overhead that fuels price increases. It’s that they think they deserve some kind of dignity when they’re caught. You took a pack of Rolos, cock flap. You don’t get to walk to the back with a jacket over your hands and your head held high. You get to be tackled by seven cart-pushers and dragged, weeping, through the produce aisle, while they announce your legal name and address over the loudspeaker. You’re not taking a loaf of bread or a pair of baby shoes. You get no pity, queef whippit. Actually, even if you were, I’d still point and laugh because you’re fucking poor.

Even better: the fat bitch who tries to fight the security guys off. She’s always screaming something trashy, like “he’s trying to get down my panties!” or “Fuck you, man! I brought that chicken in with me!” or “Kick him in the nuts, Kenny!” She rolls around, pseudopods of corpulence stretching outward and covering onlookers with a yellow, pube-garnished paste before sliding back into the vicinity of her Tweety Bird tube top. She is the complete opposite of the “don’t draw attention to me” breed. She wants everyone to know that she’s the kind of nasty whore who hides crack rocks and stolen makeup in tampon applicators.

Stealing is wrong and hilarious. Seriously… is the cost of petty theft so high that it justifies the camera systems, security guys, electronic anti-theft systems and those little tag things that cum ink and battery acid? I have a great idea: smaller stores where inventories can be monitored by the people who actually work there. If you want one-stop shopping, go to the mall, shithead. Besides, they have corn dogs there. And corn dogs rule.

This is your Captain speaking……..welcome aboard fuckers!

Back in my day…………………ok don’t panic this isn’t going to be a rose colored glasses trip down memory lane, but it will be a comparison to demonstrate how our standards on the whole as men has gone straight down the shitter.

Back in the 80’s and 90’s if I said “Porn Star”, it actually meant something.

You would have gotten a clear picture of what a porn star looked like.  Regardless of the race if a chick was a porn star, there were certain qualities that you could count on, the main one was of course was a kick ass body.  Nice face, perfect ass, great tits (whether natural or aftermarket bolt-ons), and no muffin tops!

Now don’t get me wrong, I fucking love the internet, it provides a forum for everyone, whether through a blog such as this or through a site like YouTube or even the adult version of “tube” sites.  Now, anyone can porn star.

There has been an explosion of homemade porn stars, many with less than desirable bodies.  Now I understand the appeal of seeing a “regular” chick, one like the attractive, but not necessarily smoking chick that lives a couple doors down.  However the latest wave of BBW and over-sized ass porn is proof of how American men have lowered their standards as to what “hot” is.

Its one thing for a flick with a girl next door type, but not if the girl next door has mounds of cellulite all over her ass and thighs, that’s just being desperate, remember porn is suppose to be about fantasy.  Fat chicks are a dime a dozen, lazy bitches are everywhere!

What’s worse is that I see guys fawn all over out of shape, overweight chicks all the time.  We have collectively lowered the bar and with women being the laziest creatures on the fucking planet, they will only do the bare minimum to get by.

The other sad part is a lot of these overweight porn queens would actually be pretty hot if they could just get the fucking fork out of their mouth and find a treadmill. But then again, we see this in everyday life, a muffin top who has potential, but because she’s already getting attention from a bunch of thirsty, desperate guys, she does nothing to improve or take it to the next level.

Gentlemen……..fuckers………….we need to cut this bullshit out.  We need to raise our standards and our level of game.  Yes we all have our slump-busters that we aren’t proud of; I’m not talking about that.  I’m talking about all this fat bitch worship.  If you have ever put the words “beautiful” and “BBW” in the same sentence, then please do us all a favor and fucking kill yourself.

This one case where I have to agree with the Expats, foreign women get it, they know that the game is never over, it’s a lesson that’s been long forgotten by the jizz-traps over here in the States.

You’re now free to watch Jenna.

I especially love loud dirty talking in porn…this chick is getting fucked hard and screaming fuck me like a slut…slapping her pussy and squirting…

i thought i would double post because this boy looks like one of my friend, Kyle

i just wish i could see him like this

We recognized each other immediately, even though we had only shared a few pictures online.  I smiled widely and waved.  We hugged and it felt wonderful…he was a bear.  But he didn’t stay cuddly for long.  He grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled hard.  He knew that was just what he had to do to own me from that moment on.  We kissed and it felt so right.  But although originally I had intended to join him for a beer and talk, I soon had another idea entirely.  We walked, holding hands from time to time.  All the while my insides were churning with excitement and a little bit of fear.  Knowing all Chuck really wanted to do was cut my clothes off and rape me made my pussy tingle in spite of itself.
Finally I steered him away from the crowds and down a dark alley I knew of.  It was nice and quiet just as I’d hoped.  He knew just what was on my mind, he pushed me against the wall and grabbed my neck while kissing me.  “You know I could do anything I want to you right now,” he growled.
“Yes,” I sighed, already my pussy dripped with arousal.  He kissed me hard.  Despite the fact that we were both living out a fantasy, we felt a little bit nervous and exposed.  Every noise made us worry about being seen or getting caught.  So we walked deeper into the alley and stumbled across a little fenced in atrium.  Chuck wanted to go in but I was still nervous.  “Let’s go in there,” he said.
“I don’t know, the fence kinda makes it look like this would be trespassing,” I hesitated.  Partly because I was afraid of trespassing and partly because I knew he could probably get away with raping me in there.
Eventually he lured me inside and things got really heated.  My memory fails me of every detail, when I get into subspace my mind kind of shuts down and gives way to my body.  We kissed more…he stopped at one point and said, “We haven’t really negotiated this scene so I just want to say that you can safeword at any time…what words do you like to use?”
“The colors are fine,” I managed to pant out.  I was trembling and breathless as he told me what a slut I was and asked me how much I liked to fool around where any body could see us.  He bit me and slapped me, all of which made me crazy.
He pointed to the ground and said, “You’d like it if I tore your clothes off right now and took you right here, wouldn’t you?”
“I can’t…” I stuttered.  He knew I wasn’t on birth control.
“I didn’t say can you, I said you want to don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gulped.
“You’re so wet right now aren’t you?”
“Yes I am.”
He jammed his hand down my skirt and found it to be so true.  He held me up from behind because my legs could barely hold me.  My eyes searched around for a minute to see if someone might be looking before I was to aroused to care.  I clutched him as my clit exploded.  As he continued to work me, I squirted hard.
“Look at you, you’re coming right here in the street where anyone could see you,” Chuck said.  “How many times did you come?”
“Twice,” I said.
“Well those were the only freebies you’re going to get, from now on you have to ask permission, do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand, Sir,” I whispered.
“Not sure if I can get my magic fingers at just the right angle here.”  He managed to work a couple fingers inside me and to my surprise as well, found the g-spot.
Suddenly I became terrified, I can’t control my g-spot orgasms, especially when I am as aroused as I was in that moment.  “No, please,” I begged, “I can’t control them.”  I started struggling, he had told me that he wanted me to fight…I know he must have liked it, knowing I was terrified that he would make me orgasm uncontrollably.  Or maybe he was just looking forward to the punishment.
He was spitting out a tirade of words, telling me what a slut I was and I was loving it.  Then he said, “That’s all you’re good for, a wet whole to be used.”
I pushed my head into his shoulder and whimpered, “No, please don’t say that.”  I really meant it but I was curious what his reaction would be since I hadn’t used the safeword.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I went to far.”  Since it was our first time playing together I enjoyed seeing his tender side leak through his violent side.  But I made a mental note that if we were going to do the rape scene under NO circumstances should he break “character” unless I safe worded.  At this point I was sure it would be safe to act that out…and I couldn’t wait.
He grabbed me and slammed me back against the fence.  It made a very dramatic noise when my head hit it but it didn’t hurt at all, “I’m so sorry, are you ok?”
I laughed, thinking for a brief moment he felt the fear that he had just accidentally bashed my head in.  I assured him I was ok and we moved on, giggling a bit.
“I was wondering,” I said, “How bad my punishment would be if I grabbed your crotch right now.”
“Why don’t you find out?”
What I really longed to do was drop to my knees and take it in my mouth right that minute but I knew he would not allow that.  So I worked it through his pants until he let me unfasten his belt and touch it with my fingers.  He had worked me into a frenzy on line by telling me that his cock was uncut.  I had only been with one uncircumcised man before and I found it wonderful.  It broke my heart that most American boys were deprived a part of their sexual organs.  He only let me handle it for a few minutes.
The hour was getting late and I knew I had to be getting back.  I said something about it but Chuck had other ideas.  His hand were pinching my nipples and his hand was twisted in my hair, pulling it hard again.  There was no way I was going anywhere.  Next thing I knew, in a flash he had exposed my breasts and I screamed, automatically going to cover them, “Oh no, it’s cold.”  When we first started talking about how he’d like to “force” me to do things and wanted me to struggle, I did not even know if I could do it.  When I get turned on I just want to please and comply.  But clearly knew how to bring it out in me.  I wanted what he was doing but I accessed that part of me that allowed me to struggle.
I wish I could remember more details…every moment was so delicious.  “I’ve never done anything like this before,” he chuckled.
“Neither have I,” I said.
“I thought you said you used to have sex in public all the time,” he said.
“Oh, right…well I haven’t done anything like this since I was a minor,” I corrected.  Those memories of hot teen sex anywhere we could get it were so long gone that it seemed like another person, another lifetime.   And it certainly didn’t have anything to do with BDSM.
We walked back to the car, talking and flirting.  He talked some more about how even though he liked submissive women, the last thing he wanted was for me to lie there and take it.  He wanted to see my spirit, my spunk.
I had wondered before if Jason would want me to struggle.  I think part of him knew if I got too excited, struggled too much I could most likely hurt him…he is strong but I outweigh him.  Chuck, on the other hand, was big enough and strong enough to take me down if I struggled hard.  I still felt comfortable if things got out of hand that I knew enough tricks stop him.  But now I knew that would not be necessary.  He had showed me his D as well as his heart.
When we got to the car, I remember him grabbing my neck, choking me right there on the sidewalk where several people gave us funny looks.  I have expected the police to arrive…I hoped the people who saw us could tell that I was loving every minute of it.  Then he started spanking me.  It stung so well, I knew when he got me alone my ass was going to get it.  I tried to get away from him, working some more on that spirit he wanted to see.
I tried to hug him good bye but he grabbed me and started to pull me away from the car.  “Remember you can safeword at any time,” he said, “Or you can just say, I really have to go.”
“I really have to go,” I said firmly but sadly.  I didn’t want to destroy the chance that I could see him again by getting carried away at our first meeting.

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In addition to the new pictures he took by request for the community, Simon also “accidentally” gave us all access to his xxx-rated Flickr collection, which included the following choice shots.  BUT be aware a few of these shots include one of those no-no names.  On pictures they’re fine because they can’t be searched as text on Google.  Just don’t re-type them anywhere kthnx!

I think this will do it for today.  This is Simone’s classic gangbang series.  The story is one Christmas Simon and Simone placed a Craigslist ad and invited some random guys over to gangbang Simone while pictures were taken.  This isn’t the short collection they usually present, either.  This is all the pictures from that memorable Christmas, the full set.  I’m not sure how many guy are actually here.  I think it’s 5, but I’ve heard people claim between 4 and 8.

Simon and Simone met the Internet when a preemie baby of theirs died, and no one ever laughed at that.  They made a MySpace for it, tho, and that MySpace got posted to one of the million snark communities that exist out there.  It started with a picture of the couple looking stoned:

Along with shots of the baby, creepy songs, things like that.  Simon got tipped off to the snark post and made a number of mean emails to members, until suddenly an “anonymous” source popped up and suddenly we were looking at this string of photos:

Along with links to their porn myspace:

LINK #1     LINK#2     LINK#3     LINK#4

And not long after, we were staring at this.

More posts came, things escalated, almost everyone freaked out, until it turned out it was Simon all along behind the anonymous source and everyone’s mind was blown and we all got a good laugh.  During all this, before people figured what was happening, a lot of people got booted from the community, and it got a lot harder to get back in, so I didn’t bother then.  I have kept my eye on Simon and Simone since then.  Being into some alternative things myself, I could tell this “prank” of theirs was more than just haha nudes.  With the whole Internet getting hold of his nudes, he started whole communities of his own featuring them, and getting more deeply into his slave and humiliation games.

What really kept my interest was this isn’t someone who is doing this professionally.  He’s a private citizen with his own regular life, making very kinky porn online as some kind of hobby or, as he has claimed in his blogs, compulsion.  Times that I have made suggestions, he has come through almost every time.  It’s hard to come up with something he won’t do.

This was the start of it all, and I’ve been watching them since, keeping track, collecting, and so on.  After this entry I will keep my own comments to a minimum and mostly quote from their blogs.  The pictures you see in this entry are only a very small sampling, and you will see most of them again as I repost the full sets in better quality.  This is only the start.

These pics are HUGE!! if you want full size, please email me some photos and i will email you these back
gagesbois@gmail.com

I met Confessor X in the foyer in my black low-cut dress with the tiny white polka-dots.  No bra, no panties, and on my knees, as usual.  He came in and ran a warm hand through my hair and pulled my face up for a kiss.  With a gentle slap on the face he told me stand up.  He walked behind me into the living room and I could feel his hard cock jabbing my ass and then he undid his belt and literally dropped his pants and sat down in my big comfy chair where I do my writing, reading, eating, and watching TV in – I’d always wanted to have sex in it too.

I got down on my knees and began tonguing his balls and working my way up past his cock ring and running my tongue around the tip of his cock then taking it in my mouth as I could feel his pulse surging against my tongue.  He told me to stand up, lift my dress and turn around and he noticed my butt plug that I had put in earlier to get ready, as this was the day he was going to fuck my ass.  He told me to take it out for now and sit on his cock reverse cowgirl style.  I rode his cock, his hands on my hips, my hands pushing myself up by the arms of the chair.  His cock would hit my g-spot and send shivers from the tip of my head to my toes.  We both stood up and he told me to sit in my chair doggy style and he fucked me hard from behind and then released his hot juice all over my ass and back.

We went to the bedroom where he laid down and I began sucking on his cock again until he had me straddle him and I rubbed and rocked my wet pussy against his cock, and he’d suck and bite my nipples, as we exchanged more of our naughty histories.  All the while my cat is trying to crawl under the covers and I try to discourage her because I don’t want her to get accidentally squished,  however,  she does not take well to being refused (of course she’s a Domme) and would have flipped us off if she could.

Then he had me on my back and gave me my vibe that I was to use on my clit as I told him what I fantasied about when I pleasured myself   (lately — being shoved up against a wall and fucked roughly from behind while being called slut and dirty whore).  He wrapped his hand around my throat, with occasional slaps to my face, and fucked me with my vibe, and then his cock, until we came.   Tears ran down my face because I have waited so…so long to feel…this type of pleasure.  Soon after he made a  valiant attempt at my rosebud but it refused to open so I am now to wear my butt plug on a regular basis to make it more accessible for his delicious cock.

We took a water break and talked about music and writing until he told me to get on all fours and he’d be right back.  When he returned he began swatting my ass with some implement which turned out to be my bamboo back scratcher which felt invigorating for the first minute but then I found myself trying to find ways to move so he wouldn’t hit the same spot – without him noticing and punishing me for being squirmy (pointless to confess this since He reads my blog and will know — wonder what he’ll do … or not do to me… next time?” hmmm).

And last, but certainly not least, I received another extensive  pounding from behind and a finale of a face and mouth full of his cum.  And then it was time for him to leave, he dressed, and I walked him to the door where he gently stroked my body and clit until I thought I’d jump through the ceiling, we said our good-byes.  Now I’m writing this in my big comfy chair (that I had hot sex in just a short time ago) with my laptop on one leg and my, now appeased, cat on the other.

Sorry for no post yesterday, my cuck arrived and I haven’t had a chance to update due to my total exhaustion from the heat and humidity. He is still asleep at the moment and the early morning heat isn’t too bad so I thought I’d post an update.

Before I start let me answer a question by Makeyourwifehot who asked if there was such a thing as a cuckold relationship without the male being so submissive. If you like to dominate your wife and watch her with other men, the lifestyle suited to you would be the hotwife lifestyle. This means you can dominate your wife as well as have fun with other men and women, there is no humiliation in this lifestyle.

So last I left you I was in love with and getting intimate with my teacher and cuckolding my cuck by doing so. The story continues, my cuck had to move out of our house because he could no longer afford it due to lack of work in his field. Besides all the work he was getting was in Sydney or further north than where I lived. So now I lived in the 3 bedroom house all by myself, and teacher was free to visit all he liked.

One time on my birthday teacher was over and my family were coming over to pick me up and head south of Sydney as we do every year at Christmas. My family still hadn’t arrived so me and teacher decided to have a quickie on the couch, my house also has lots of big glass windows and doors, and right as he finished fucking me and cummed the car came up the driveway. It was perfect timing, but then my family had to meet him, which I was not crazy about because they would suspect something since he was there and my cuck was not.

Time went on and teacher invited me to a university gala at an art gallery where many university teachers, council and students attended. I went with him, and couldn’t help laughing to myself as teacher introduced me to some of his coworkers who would have thought how familiar I looked as they had also taught me at one point.

As the evening went on I had a glass of champagne while they made their boring speeches, and right as I finished my glass an old friend came over and started chatting with me. I tried my best to keep up appearances but my head was starting to spin and throb painfully as if there was no blood in it, and I must have been getting pale. I had to excuse myself, tapped teacher’s arm to let him know I was going and stumbled my way out of the room.

Teacher followed me and asked if I was ok, helping me stay steady as I wobbled my way outside and sat heavily on the curb and told him I was going to faint, so we left. After a while it stopped so I put it down to the champagne. Weeks went by and I noticed I couldn’t have certain foods, smell or even think about them without feeling nauseous and my period was late!!! My boobs were HUGE, 2 sizes bigger(D cup), though I did love that part. I had been dizzy a few times and so I took a test to find out – positive! I was pregnant… to my teacher!

Want to hear more? Thoughts, ideas, comments?

XOX